Chimes and graffiti
Author :
BUTTERFLIES OF TIME
Blog :BUTTERFLIES OF TIME
Date: 10/9/2012 5:08:11 PM
Tunes brought by a rambler
Chimes softer
than the caress of a flower
A voice that sheaths the hills,
Boughs bend low, whispering to me,
A secret begins to grow
A shadow that lounges often
against the red brick wall
shakes a sleeping foot
A cycle bell rings insistently
A lost lyrebird now returns,
to complete the afternoon soiree
The wind works away
tousling some worried heads,
breathing false hopes
whistling carelessly
The afternoon kicks some leaves around
building up an atmosphere
for the reverie
Then off it sashays
into the branches of sun-warmed trees
leaving me staring at a wall
with some red ‘paan’ spit graffiti.
©Reena Prasad 9th October 2012
*’paan’=betel leaf+areca nut + tobacco
