Rich tropical scents fill the air
Rich tropical scents fill the air
Summer is closed
Autumn was barely alive before being smothered by winter
Now it’s time to survive
The noise intermittent and pronounced
Often appearing unannounced
The skies of endless azure
Oh, thank Nature, we grow older
and too tired to run and play;
tired enough to sit and contemplate
a splendid August day.
Little kids are far too busy
flying to watch a bird in flight
The scented tropical breeze
Birds of a feather ... surely ...
Lisa, you have a helicopter
How nice
Looks like a dragonfy
Who robbed?
P K Routray
A child on the lap of his grandfather,
seems to pose these questions as to his future.
Who did rob him of these essences of life?
making their living full with strife.
Bobbing flight,
dips out of sight,
and up – ‘peep bo!’
then duck
below.
Perching on the pile of muck,
wagging tail
perfect stance
to give a chance
for photo-shot.
The Summer sets as does the sun;
sky turns to crimson; leaves to gold
but time, round in a circle, runs;
all will be young that now grows old.
Fear not the darkness or the cold;
August, most august;
Summer's sweet parting kiss,
like those sights and sounds of Heaven
fallen angels sorely miss.
Winter’s wall shall come between us
but I take comfort in this;
If you plant
P K Routray
If you plant honesty, you will reap trust
If you plant goodness, you will reap friends
If you plant humility, you will reap greatness
Splashes of harebells waft and sway
– sky-blue skirts in the grass at play!
Deep-red foxgloves stand erect –
sentinels the troop protect.
Vivid in the evening light,
greenland
and beneath me,
you lay like a
fingerprint jewel.
a world of white dreams,
clasped to a quiet pause.
man has not touched you here.
like a wish
not yet whispered,
One day they flew in like locusts,
appearing across the land,
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Blessed virgin of the Arctic;
rarest, most flawless, most precious
diamond of this world;
my eyes melt and my heart cracks with aching;