the view draws many pairs of eyes.
Their gaze, moves up and down,
left to right, trying to count.
Outside, the heat is unrelenting.
The soil looks worn out.
The leaves are drooping,
peering down
for signs of moisture.
The wilting blossoms
lift their heads up,
trying to figure out
where those bounteous
rain clouds have gone.
Shh! Don't go away.
Someone nearby is ready,
putting on a display.
The tall gooseberry tree
stands proud,
unmindful of the heat,
decked in layers of accessories,
swaying gently, rocked by
a heat laden breeze,
its branches,
looking different
from the usual,
with the soil beneath it,
dotted with pale green,
flattened rounds,
adding to my collection,
reminding me of the
tangy flavours of the
gooseberry spread
and the gooseberry soup plus
the energizing gooseberry stew
of the last season.
