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12 January, 2006

The Seasons


The Seasons
sound their silent bells
before time

Cold rain
washing the dry
dust, off the reluctant trees

Wet dogs and dripping
cats huddle like
shipwrecked survivors
under lonely park benches

The sulking sun
suddenly steps out
to create
god’s seventh hope

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Fresh snow
falling in wintry waves
covering everything
with a pregnant hush

Hollow footsteps
melting into strange shapes
reminding me of my thoughts
on a cold Sunday morning

Closed sounds, grey feelings
Winter rising

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Brilliant sunshine
seeping through my cold skin
like my lover’s smile

A rush of warmth
as my bones bask
in the golden glow
of life awakening

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3 Comments:

Blogger annie said...

Oh nice!
I really like the last two stanzas of the first and second sections/poems.

13 January, 2006 15:58  
Anonymous Anil said...

annie: thank you!

14 January, 2006 01:38  
Blogger Rajendra Pradhan said...

Beautiful!

28 January, 2006 01:59  

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