Balmy Indian Summer
Balmy Indian Summer
Balmy Indian Summer
A lucent ephemeral domain inaugurates,
Where Earth sings hymns
And pays homage to Gods.
This sacred land is a cradle,
For the deities abroad;
Where cadmium yellow storm
Of shimmering sheaves;
Of fair and fragile and swirling leaves,
A pageantry of dream the season keeps.
O’ slowly, O’ slowly,
I tread to the crunch and rustle of leaves;
‘Chip… chap… crunch…’
Are the toe-tapping sounds
Of crispy autumn air,
Scented with Divine fragrance,
The dew embellishes the entire sphere.
As winds caress the falling leaves,
A season of autumn wraps in sleeves;
Apple cider, bonfires; hot cocoa in chills,
Pumpkins and scarecrows across the hills,
Long, lingering walks in the woods,
With cosy sweaters, boots and hoods…!
When the lush green trees
Clothe in reddish and gold,
When nights crawl over chocolaty and cold,
When squirrels hide their imperative acorns,
Then sumptuous autumn frolics with horns.
~ Copyright © Surabhi Kaura 2015
A gossamer veil of sunset on clouds havens my Soul with seraphic vibes. Illuminated by the grandeur, my Soul widens to a measureless sight; when sunset fires light sky and sea, and engulfs in the breath of tranquility. – Surabhi Kaura
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Such a lovely verse and I love your photo, Surabhi. Very well done.
Thank you, Phyllis. So kind of you!
I love the fact that you are bringing some of your older work for those of us that had never seen it. Looking forward to more.
Thank you so much, my Dear Friend! I sure will.