By: Mohit Saini

November lands like a sparrow on frosted stone,
soft and sudden, with wings edged in fire,
and the air tastes of woodsmoke and promises,
like a story untold, heavy in the cold.
Leaves lie scattered like echoes of summer,
amber sighs on brittle ground,
and the sky hangs low, bruised and wild,
streaked with the last blush of warmth.
I walk through the quiet ache of the season,
breathing in the brittle edges of change,
and feel the hum of hidden roots,
whispering beneath my feet,
a secret song of waiting—
for the thaw, for the green,
for the bloom yet to come.

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Mohit Saini is an Assistant Professor at Compucom Institute of Technology & Management in Jaipur. With 8 years of experience in the field of language, linguistics, and literature, he has contributed significantly to research and education in these areas. His expertise includes Second Language Acquisition, Psycholinguistics, English Grammar, Multilingual Education, and English Literature. He is also the author of four poems, reflecting his creative engagement with language and literature. Residing in the culturally rich city of Jaipur.