Saturday, November 05, 2011

Yellow leaves

Yellow leaves; their edges cut by zig-zag magic scissors
by a child idle on an afternoon holiday.
Yellow fall on green lawn:
Like hope discarded, like love gone.

Windows fuzzy with cold memories
of sunny faraway morns witness
the flight of orange-yellow leaves
that swirl and tango their last dance.



Anonymous said...

and then spring will surely come ! :P

Very nicely written :)

Joe Pinto said...

My dear Gauri,

No matter what we feel, hope and love are always with us.

Peace and love,
- Joe.

Gauri Gharpure said...

Thank you, for letting me know you are around. Look fwd to the quotes, the never fail to inspire.

Firaq Darvesh said...

My dear Gauri, very well written, keep it up...I am so glad that you are back into your natural flow of poetic stream ... winter is a phase which comes and goes, but life prevails underneath the yellow leaves and the frozen waters of oceans and rivers...

G said...

:) A NYC winter is something to experience at least once. The lights seem brighter, houses seem more welcoming and the people seem warmer.

Cilantro said...

Wish you & your family a very happy New Year!

Sara said...

Very deep and insightful as always, Gauri...wish you a happy new year!!

Marita Abraham said...

What a wonderful poem. I stumbled upon your blog, but am now so glad I found it. Zig zag magic scissors. Beautiful.

Gauri Gharpure said...

Baba, Girish, Cilantro, Sara and Marita-- Thanks..