To Each…



 Bees hummed to choices,

         Wind whispered along;

                                       Butterflies fluttered ‘in selection’.

 To each My, its own.

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Fallen Flowers II

 Bougainvillea and frangipani,

                  Colours and fragrances,

                  Acacia bother not.

Each shed, to its own.

Timed same, timing differ.

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Golden showers of flowers

I count not the tiny petals;

Suspended layers of yellow

Sunshine filtered and sparkled;

I call out to my admiring heart

“Step not on the fallen yellow;”

Layers spread by teasing wind

Laburnum trees blossom; and blossomed

memories from yellowing frames.

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Green II

Wild Grass

Wild grass

Akin to Narcissus

Grow appreciating

Own beauty;

Ripples of green

On  the pond,

Itself green;

Wild wind envious.

Narcissus is a mythical character from Greek mythology who is said to have died by the bank of the river as he became entranced by the beautiful reflection of himself.

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On That Day


I didn’t wish to be there

On that day.

But somehow I am here

As of today.

The clouds told the sea;

The wind told the palms.

But the carpet grass rejoiced,

As the shadow stayed poised.

Have I known you, ever?

Every day, newer?

Roots shallow or deep, I gather

We live in today, together.

Said the greens to the woods

As air, water and light witnessed.

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