My yoke fellow who talks about Fall and yellowing of the foliage. <br />He always carries his untidy diary and there are few blank pages left behind. <br />He wants me to scribble something on those torn pages. <br />I write; Hey! Chum you may call it Fall but I pronounce as Autumn. <br />Anyway this is the season between Summer and Winter. <br />My dear yardmaster, your yardstick is not enough to measure this lengthy journey. <br />Only the invisible who knows about the Unit? <br /> <br />Dedication to my poetess friend Sandra.Fowler who paints 'Autumn' in her poems attractively without any brush marks. <br /> <br />[ This notion pushed me today while I was jogging along the Manhattan beach.]<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-creeps-stealthily-like-a-serpent/
