Today a melancholic evening , I decided to
take a walk in pristine white snows wearing
gloomy leather boats trudging heavily on
eerie icy paths leaving behind a
place once called home
While on way, I am met by a withered skeletal
tree standing his ground despite the havocs
caused by ice and water waving at me with
his trembling Parkinson’s branches,
grinning at me in a peculiar
fashion of old men.
Crescent moon shining like a soothsayer’s
crystal it’s whites reflecting the whites of
snow prophesying , that moment of
redemption is near revealing a
vision through it’s translucent
lights
A puny little squirrel trails along may be
looking for some company chirping about the
the loveliness of weather while nibbling
on a decayed nut, playing
hide- seek with me.
Northern wind like a nagging aunt blowing
here and there doing her wintery chores, with
careless locks of snowy flakes on her forehead
poking in my affairs and blocking
my way ..
Exhausted sat at the banks of a frozen creek,
from behind a mist a limping shadow in pale
moonlight comes forth, I realize he is the deer
I hit last year with my silver car, his large
kohl eyes penetrating mine, in an act of
forgiveness he gracefully allows me to
share his space,
The gloom nestled in me dissolves, I know
on this evening I am touched by the
diviner as I went home
carrying the nut!
