Poetry

Tuesday Morning

The willow oak is
still holding many
dead leaves
A grieving mother
unwilling
to release
from her clutches
those lost children
whose winter has come
and in the background
Ustad Vilayat Khan’s
Raag Bhairavi alap
sings from his sitar
and I hear her tears
in each sweet meend

 

4 replies »

  1. What’s (mildly) interesting is that about a month ago I was standing on my porch looking at all the trees around that each had like twelve leaves left on the very top. And remember saying to myself, “….must… hold… on… to…. little… babies!!!”

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