Mellow morning…
A blue bed spread hung
Outside my window
Without much ado
The cushions of clouds
A patchwork of snow
The gold silk thread
Interspersed in the weaving
I know its His doing
Afternoons are long
At times sun is strong
At others shadows draw
Silhouettes deep and long
The balmy breeze whispers
A hummable tune
I hum along
Its His catchy song
Dusk a rush of
colours
An intense stroke here
A languid touch there
Deepening in moments
As evening strolls in
The echoes gather words
A few hurriedly spoken
A few uncommoly blurred
Nights are placid
My boudoire opens
To a sequined sky
Whiff of jasmine
Gleaming panes
afar
Of strangers and householders
Solitude is a Gift
So precious from You
My due
Dawn is stealthy
Feathery wisp
A knock so soft
Like the moving lips
To a rosary of chants
No! More like the hymn
Of the Carmelite nuns
Dousing the soul
In symphony rare
Or like a bouquet
Parceled by an
Unknown Courier
Pleasant surprise
May be for some
But I have a hunch
You had come!
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