March 16, 2020

 Between the passing spring

and the onset of summer,

the sight of the tree beyond my window

with drops of sunlight

twinkling and dancing with the breeze,

I watch the serenity

and let go of my blues.

The solitary crow is one with my mood of quiet retreat.

It's swinging with the branch of the tamarind tree,

preening and lazily spreading its wings.

The light shifts and gives way to shadows;

momentary break, a change on the palette

between greens and the yellows.

I watch the crow with a casual courtesy and solicitude

until all cleaned and preened, it flies away,

not aware of what it meant to me.

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