Sunday, 6 November 2011

Get it back into my fold

From green to brown
They lie on the pavement
And release swirls
Of memories they hold.

Well worn brown i may be
But i drop not hopes of green
The swirls make me want to get summer
Back into my fold

Streets of sepia in an evil winter mind
Turn crimson when they sting
And Gashes once far removed
Are resurrected from the old

Warm and living images in my minds eye
Looking for light
They spurt through the ice
And Make me want to get summer
Back into my fold


  1. Very nice poem, your posts below are also very interesting to read. Best Wishes and good luck blogging!

  2. thanks so much ashwini.
    the great intellectual dan quayle once said- encouragement encourages...

  3. The use of colors in the poem is very nice! :)

  4. hey thanks so much matt. it was a happy accident , to be honest!


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