A robin redbreast
perched on the watering can...
I had met the flower
after a longtime...
It is a smallish park built for soccer;
thousands of weekend kids play...
...
..................Burning...
Like wounded tiger,
going for last innings...
Tints of pink, ruby
petals bloom beautifully...
Dreary delta dorsal devoid,
vivid vadantes vade vapidly...
Silently tuning her guitar
with finger on cord...
I can hear
her voice...
My dress is made of long slender leaves
I am wearing it with pride...
your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...
A mist hangs heavy over the mountains
shrouding trees with a shifting mist of white...