White clouds run over the sky
all warbler birds sing and fly
Gentle winds breeze and blow
White Catkins move fast and slow.
Ripen fruits spread the smell
Pluck and eat me, seems they tell
All the barns are full with grain
Looks like a highland as mountain.
Ripeness, sweetness everywhere
Honey bees fly from here to there
fallen leaves covered the ground
as beautiful as a carpet around.
Queen autumn comes in the town
Brighten the city with her crown.
The poet is a student of English department, Khilgaon
Model University College