Jun 6, 2010

Sunday Afternoon

The rain fell in torrents -
Loud against the tin roof.

The wind blew in great gusts
Causing the stately bamboo to bend and sway;
Graceful copses bowing to each other in their impromptu ball.

A cup of coffee,
A brilliant book,
That end-of-term feeling.

And then,
The clear calm after a storm.
The leaden sky, the new-growth-green -
Every leaf seen with razor-sharp clarity.

A lovely afternoon.

1 comment:

[ruth anjali esther] said...

love the poems, thanks for sharing!