Like one awaiting a train
I stood, a blank-self,
in front of my house, next
to an un-kept vacant site,
earnestly thinking of Her – Winter –
reasons that might be stalling her, she
who was once ever punctual.
Blue clear sky, Earth’s spread HD
Wallpaper, refreshed by
November Sun, beaming ultra-
the living world, reaching the
roots of shortest blade of grass,
and an unlucky soil worm.
Sun descended slowly-
a flower-girl for the
Copyright © thriveni c.mysore | Year Posted 2019
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