Must be Autumn In Kashmir

Its autumn in Kashmir-
The season when heat of summer is buried under
the blanket of crisp leaves.
The red- russet chinar leaves must be scurrying down
the garbled junctions before the wind.
Criss crossed lanes must be wafting with
roasted chestnuts and children with running noses.
Smokey evening dusks must be hovering over
the purple hills; that pickle peddler must be calling too.
- Aanchaar maa ho!
The rich green pallete of summer must be turning into
mottled autumn hues of reds, oranges, golds, and brown
before leaves fall off the trees.The half reaped furrows
of John Keats "To Autumn" must be silently oodling some sleep.
The afternoon siesta under a meek sun!
Naked tulip and Poplar trees must be swaying its own
autumn wardrobe even as smug conifers stands "Evergreen".
 The celery must be out too, drying up on the walls by a loop.
It must be Autumn in Kashmir!