November Rain. (November 13, 2009)
A window opens
just a crack.
This morning it lets in the mist.
It’s wooden frame
surrounds
an impressionists landscape.
A branch of Mexican Floss
reaches through it
For a swollen sky.
This is Dawn’s tantalizing
Choreography.
Raindrops sparkle
like diamonds on the pink
Even in this grey light.
From somewhere in the distance, a voice.
Raga Todi.
Vilambit khayal, teen taal.
heavy, deep.
Even music can be silent
Like daybreak’s noise.
Odd thought.
Winter’s solitude
Blankets the mind.
Cocoons
Erases
Writes over
Memory.
