AUTUMNLast evening I pickedMy last roses from my gardenThey were prettyStill, the grass was greenColored leaves everywhereSuddenly I becomeOne with natureLooks like before the snowfallYellow chrysanthemum stillSmiling at meActive squirrels runningAnd eating nutsIn the yardIts still AutumnBut I see Spring ---Arundhati Sarkhel