Oh, the trees, they are tall
The leaves that shed tears
The morning feels like a rainy sight
Still, streets that have lawns
Being mowed and leaves flittered
No brooms, yet almost vacuum-cleaned
Sweeping with the air.
Returning to New Jersey after a month and 10 Days.
The feeling of ‘being home’
Stillness and coolness in the air
A ride on a bicycle through the neighbourhood.
Homes, all sealed and calculated, exist
In time and on the quiet rush.
Kids to school and Moms to drop off
The writer has it all – serenity and peace.
The risk of love in the air.
Of choices made and words expressed.
Moss on the mount in the backyard
Green grass and wet dew
On the soles of naked feet
Bring the touch and the feel of an
Earth not being trespassed but
Warmly welcomed to commune.
The sense of oneness with
Sky above and the grassy earth beneath