Autumn O season of ripe beauty, you I greet! Whose heart is love's calm wisdom at its throbbing core; Your deep hues and myriad colors make the soul's wings beat And lift a lover like me to your ambrosial shore. Through you Nature weeps its precious golden tears, In you a mortal eye could glimpse its native Immortality, O endless fount of inspiration to the poet-seers To be bound by your embrace is to be truly free! A glad earth bathes in your benign and lustrous smile And man's heart thrills with an unknown rapture and delight By your whispers and footfalls and flute-call beguiled, An ancient kinship links him to your celestial height. A brimming of golden sweetness in your dreaming eyes Fills the world with the beauty of a realm divine, The sun's last rays serenely trickle from your purple skies: I send my love and song and call your blessings mine. By: Abhinabha