Wait withers will,
Will she get to see?
See until her eyes wear out,
Out and eager from crack of dawn until sun sets,
Sun sets slow,
Slowly realisation occurs,
Occurs that not long ago in her cradle,
Cradle cajoling care,
Care which she only could provide without any prudence,
Prudence prefers patience,
Patience till last of autumn leaf,
Autumn leaf withers,
Withers and autumn leaves,
Autumn leaves with a bittersweet memory of a baby outgrowing its cradle,
Cradle which she was,
Was and always will be to her migratory birds,
Birds who’ll flock to her lap when climes home, become unbearable,
Winter beckons holidays,
Holidays for all but not for her,
Her, who’ll be a mother to many albeit few months a year,
Year has many twists and turn, so does her home,
Home happy home with her brood, narrates lake mother.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Eugenia for running the Eugi’s Weekly Prompt Challenge. I’ve combined the previous week’s prompt, Home happy home and current week’s prompt, Autumn leaves in my poem. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.