“Whispers in the Vines”

She walks where silence softly clings,

Beneath the wall where ivy swings.

A thousand leaves in fire and gold,

Tell quiet tales the autumn told.

Her jacket warm, her spirit still,

She moves with grace, against the chill.

Each step a thought, each breath a song,

As if she’s known this path all along.

The wall is draped in nature’s lace,

A canvas kissed by time and grace.

The reds, the greens, the amber hue—

A fading world, yet always new.

She does not speak, she doesn’t need,

The leaves reply to every need.

They murmur truths in rustling rhyme,

And wrap her gently out of time.

So there she stands, a soul at rest,

Among the colors autumn blessed.

Not lost, not found, just in between—

A poem walking through a dream.

#@yashvi