Summer Swallow
SUMMER SWALLOW
The scene of spring floats for a while in the air
for summer to see the last hues of flowers,
for under the blazing sky they’d soon wither
as the scorching mid-day sun sucks dawn’s colors.
Rustle of dry leaves of parched trees has begun,
in their cool shadow on the lake swims a swan.
I scan smoky sky, call clouds to come again,
a swallow of summer I wait for the rain.
July 7, 2018
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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