On Wednesday night
when it’s your turn
to take the garbage out
and you saunter to the curb
with your head hung low
and arms weighed down,
something whispers,
calls out your name,
and peeking through the lattice
of a maple
readying for fall,
from between two homes
silhouetted across
Winding Hill Drive,
it greets you.
It’s made an appearance
just for you,
tonight.
Descended
from the heavens,
for a tête-à-tête
with you!
Your bags
are suddenly weightless,
a glow travels down,
from your head
to your toes,
this harvest moon,
you’re blessed.
8 Comments
Comments RSS TrackBack Identifier URI
Lovely moon-sight jotting! "..and peeking through the latticeof a maple readying for fall.." too beautiful!
There is something profoundly touching about this piece. Enjoyed it.
Very lyrical, and yes, something ineffably moving about it! Very different too, from what we're used to.Does it signal a change of style?:)
It's a beautiful poem, once you start noticing the beauty of your surroundings, it brings out the poet in you.
It's a beautiful poem, once you start noticing the beauty of your surroundings, it brings out the poet in you.
There is a moon-feel about this poem Pragya; it IS a poem, a beautiful one…
Feeling very blessed!
I was touched and moved by this post,I dont know why yet.perhaps the way your words draped one over the other-simple and flowing.And yes a feeling of warmth and tenderness..