THE RICH AUTUMN

Flowers are tired , weary ,but the leaves blaze
God leaves not my world without colour
and the soft dusty path , that autumn treads
from green to gold
smiling all the while
carrying shining fragrant paddy
on its shoulder...
While rosy apples steal colour
from the cheeks of
sunny haired children 
and bounty, with a bushel full of walnuts
comes to town ,
dressed in fiery red and gold
On the residency road
women peep into woolen shops
and anxiously ,
open lean wallets....
gold and riches come,
but to nature alone....