Get Even More Visitors To Your Blog, Upgrade To A Business Listing >>

Silver Anklets

Tags: silver
Before vermilion of the dawning sun was thrown over the horizon,

And when the night stood still like a departing lover,

Casting a last long look on the sleeping world,

I heard peacocks break into a song

Rising and falling in hypnotic unison,

And amber crescent of the waning moon,

Heralding the arrival of the month of Magh,

Hung suspended silently,

As a witness to this passionate performance.

A warm breeze gently brushed at my arm,

A welcome surprise from yesterday’s chilly wind.

The cold tide of the winter was ebbing,

And I could almost hear,

Faint yet pleasant, like a baby's Silver anklet

Footsteps of the spring.

This post first appeared on Creaky Ladder, please read the originial post: here

Share the post

Silver Anklets


Subscribe to Creaky Ladder

Get updates delivered right to your inbox!

Thank you for your subscription