‘This February Morning’


Silence with a wisp of wind
Fans blowing through dew morning
Black birds cawing out,
Their life has begun anew
Mentally aware of the colors to present,
Souls who are dressed as beauty,
The kaliedescopes of India
Horns bellowing in the din
Bodies anxious to go nowhere
Yet following their masters
Sellers, beggars, elaborate sidewalk shops to reassemble each miracle morning
Cannot walk, but to dodge the vehicles,
Wheels of various numbers doing a dance on the pavement,
A mix of concrete blocks, stone, black top, interspersed with holey interruptions
Walking along the streets becomes a test of faith and awareness
Smelling the putrid air, canal fouled by untrained humanity
Yet, notes of sandlewood entice my senses
So I am guided, an enchanted pathway,
Steps induced by fingers of fragrance touching my soul
Marsala overtones entice my stomach
I begin to wake up
Suprabhat, Good Morning
India, a place I call home.

Beauty Krishna

©2/3/2016 Pamela Hope


~ by Pamela Hope on February 4, 2016.

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