September Breezes in Munich

September breezes wander slow

Through amber leaves that softly glow,

Along the Isar’s mirrored grace

Where sky and earth exchange their face.

Tall chestnuts bow in russet fire,

Their shadows stretched by sun’s last choir,

While footpaths hum with muted feet

And time grows kind, unhurried, sweet.

A temple crowns the distant rise,

Pale marble drinking autumn skies,

Its silence holding every prayer

The season breathes into the air.

Gold trembles on the water’s skin,

Reflections blur where days begin

To tilt from summer’s open hand

Toward gentler hours the heart has planned.

Here laughter drifts like falling leaves,

Here memory more softly grieves,

As Munich, calm in fading light,

Learns how to turn the year just right.

                                  — Meenakshi Singh