It's a beautiful blue, this color of the sky
as Aurora strikes an arrow
on the silent, sleeping earth
swiftly through the night.
Never did summer bring
such a striking day,
dew-wet grasses to walk upon.
Now I do not await the monsoon
for hails and rain
instead, in the warm morn
see the birds fly towards
dreams unborn!
(5:11 a.m., 24th May '13)
as Aurora strikes an arrowon the silent, sleeping earth
swiftly through the night.
Never did summer bring
such a striking day,
dew-wet grasses to walk upon.
Now I do not await the monsoon
for hails and rain
instead, in the warm morn
see the birds fly towards
dreams unborn!
(5:11 a.m., 24th May '13)
