09-28-2014, 12:40 PM
Teak wood flowers, snow drops
cluster on every branch,
small fragrant ones;
a blizzard without a warning
on a November morning,
it’s as if winter set in early.
You decide to leave,
crocheted leaves exhale
winter and leave shadows;
a white haze on the hills.
I sing a lone song
a red whiskered bulbul
flies out to sunshine
and the leaves rustle.
cluster on every branch,
small fragrant ones;
a blizzard without a warning
on a November morning,
it’s as if winter set in early.
You decide to leave,
crocheted leaves exhale
winter and leave shadows;
a white haze on the hills.
I sing a lone song
a red whiskered bulbul
flies out to sunshine
and the leaves rustle.