Sometimes in the month of an April
a day comes like a raven poised on a rock.
I wake up with a start.
A restlessness stirs, a moment of a curious regard,
for the rays of wisdom the shy sun brings.
Hopes peer from behind a cloud of smog,
an entreaty by the season's winds
sweeping over the callous rock.
A moment's respite
when the swing stops in the midair
and asks me if it's high or low,
thus suspended in the middle of the flow.

Sushama Karnik

Image credit Tamriko Pasjuk - 1 comment

Je čas....možno zajtra....všetkym dobrý vikend....