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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515949" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sun's Autumn Homecoming!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Autumn’s meek sun returns, like a bird given away in spring, <br>Without her pomp and festivity, only the burden she brings<br>A brief spell, a light echo of spring, a little of that mischief and mirth, <br>She arrives for the first time to the dwelling of her birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wiping away mists that cloud those memories of bygone days, <br>Unlike those warm tears, spring showers, when parting with the bride, <br>The jingle of her bridal jewels, bird’s songs in their caress, <br>All left behind in the casket with her coquettishness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Garrulous streams, she bathed in, floated jewels meant to burn, <br>Now a mere trickle sends cold showers, to allay that thirst, <br>Like the grass beneath her feet, pinning away to a colorless fringe, <br>She brings gifts for everyone, loaded fruits, plump hazels flowered in spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Charlatan clouds roam in guile, with no rain under their wings, <br>Once her bridal cavalcade, now vanish like curtains drawn aside, <br>Under clouds awnings draping her modesty, she lowers her fierce gaze, <br>Being the one pined at, she returns to arrest winter’s pride</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dew that hailed her early morn, is now frosted to eat the farmer’s corn<br>No whistles fluted through leaves, but tamed wind greets in euphoric hum<br>Tree parasols dropped their sprays, to tread the path of the butterflies, <br>Now embrace her like old wives, their witch’s head ungroomed and grim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vines she planted, in blissful disarray, await her return, <br>Once watered by her dreams; remind of him, who did toy, <br>And revel in the shade of her flowing hair that lover’s rejoice, <br>With the pain in the full memory of the living joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her garden path strewn with petals, breathing passions, once bewitched suitors, <br>Now, blooms return for a quiet reunion, with reveries wrapped in their skirts, <br>Languor in her limbs, retires, clothes trapping left at her bed, <br>Like peeling leaves, shed, closest to the ground, <br>She returns to sleep in her own bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a rose did she gather, not a fruit did she pluck, <br>Or trim the garden hedge, allowed leaves to crumble to dust, <br>For wind shall hurry to brush away all traces of her return, <br>With tasks to attend in the house of her beloved, come spring<br>For she is here to refresh, for in this house she is just a guest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! If every sparrow is remembered for the spring it brings, <br>Shouldn’t autumn be remembered for that lone one’s quiet return? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[source-JohnKeats-''Ode to Autumn'']</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Seema+joglekar">Seema joglekar</a><div class=q>
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