A moody grey when the seasons slide
and with the season slide the leaves.
A warmth lingers in the morning light
and in the dwindling evening glow.
There are always windows that open
and shut gently with the time,
and the tree we have planted long ago,
stands witness in the glow of the passing summer.
Sushama Karnik
7Nov. 2019 morning 7.23 am
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