๊ฉ ๐ ๐๐ฏ ๐๐ถ๐ต๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ ๊ฉ
๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐ช๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ

๐ An Autumnal Behest ๐
Now I am fully perceptible like the keenest eye,
sashaying the varieties of tints, springing throโ these autumnal skies.
Though each hue escapes into every espy,
Nevertheless, Iโm watchful of minds bearings, to fully testify
O sight, you better fervently qualify
Every moment which evidently comes up as this fleety wondrous- joy
I gaze upon those wintry hues within which, those precious subtleties โdulyโ pass me by,
O! Those passing clouds, hurriedly hiding all those veritable sighs!
No sooner do I shift that mindful eye,
I prepare to seek out potent spells, quite undisguised,
Oft dwelling above those western skies,
all this playing upon my eyes
Listen! Have you felt itโs cadence fly
Afar over the trails, pounding beats, not a lie !
And unto those divine excursions that silently provoke specterโd yields of crimson tides โฆ
And long after rocketing throโ those gilds of shiny โจ tints,
In through those canyon ladders โfar up the mystic highs
I find it hard not to soarโway up thereโin through those mystical skies
Yes itโsโฆEthereally unearthly; supernally sprightly
Yet breathing throโ senses to lift my eyes
Yes, I spy โฆ.
This profound nature fading its' intense vistas into the subtle gentlenesses of the milder vibes
As if, lending itโs divine beauties, overflowing into the wildernesses wild
Compellingly, I find myself faring throโ those fragrant aromas for miles and miles
And binding me to mother nature and its endearing potpourri, is this gracious guile
To all this and more, I simply smile!
For nowโฆ
My soul resides โ
Between this joyous devotion and that devouring delight !
Cheers to the autumnal specter yielding me into this supernal sight !
๐งก๐ฆข๐ฆข๐ฆข๐งก โจ๐ซ
ยฉ โ๏ธ Madhu Goteti, November 11,2025
P.S:
Ah ! Those flashes of red, gold, and amber, the crisp breeze, softly landing amidst those misty sides
And with a thousand spills of sparkles around, evoking the rustle, the white, the quiet shift, all beside those graceful hides
All in a spree, all for those eyes !
About the Creator
Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
Itโs that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!


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