As I stroll around my apartment block, the orange sky fades into purple, then is slowly infused with black to settle down to a deep blue. Wisps of my soft jet black hair move in rhythm with the silhouette of the tall trees like the wind unites us, rubs us the same way. I begin to contemplate if nature is a modern artist. The tall trees are the dark backdrop. The short trees are a sea of bottle green, emerald, fluorescent and olive, contrasted by a sole rust coconut leaf. Tufts of magenta and yellow in shadow make infrequent appearances. There is stillness. There is swaying in rhythm. There is quivering of leaves. A white mother cat on soft paws prowls in the shrubbery for its evening feast.
I walk, immersed, on the same path. In circles. But, there is so much to see and feel and be that I might go on and on till the lone star in the sky is joined by many more, and still find new reasons to go on.
flat broad badam leaves
caressed by a warm zephyr-
rustles. pillow talk.
After a month of writing for the #AtoZChallenge where I wrote Poetry for a cause, I am hoping to get back to the poetry circles I used to frequent before. Written for Haibun Monday @ Dverse