nature’s nostrils

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

did the poplars beat paper calendars

in announcing an imminent autumn
aren’t they nature’s nostrils to smell
air from far mountains, or that farther

coast carrying the frost to soon churn

them into soft snow to scatter in a sombre
mood melting human arrogance to move
faster and fly higher than the tallest hills

soon windows and doors will be shut

air-tight not to let grief of the deciduous
to enter hearts of men, women, and children
creating new music behind barred doors

26.08.2012

Note: A painting done by Gitanjali Victor when she was 12 years old.