Verse Five: Winter Morning

A thread of silvery spider's web glinting in the sun,
A pair of yellow butterflies fluttering around as one,
The cawing of a crow mixing with the cheeps of sparrows,
Rays of golden sunlight shooting through like arrows,
Flowers blooming in every color, white, yellow, violet and red,
Aah! to be out in the sun on a cold morning, what more is to be said.
The path that I am walking on is long and full of turns,
Lined with trees and hedges, interspersed with little ferns,
holding a surprise, a new something around every corner,
S**t!! there's a dog! be careful, or you're a goner!!
The gardener sweeping the leaves the trees shed last night,
The cat slinking in the shadows, hissing to cause some fright.
A few more turns, some Hello!s and HI!s, and then I'm back to where I started,
Going along the same path again, as though I never departed,
The path is circular, with neither beginning nor end,
It stretches straight for a bit, then goes of on a bend,
This poem had a beginning so it should have the other,
The end of this one near near, to make way for another...

Devika

P.S. I know this sounds lame when you read it... but you have to be there to know what inspired this.


P.P.S. Not fishing for compliments here...