Tag: colors

  • Happy days

    A golden stroke of sunlight
    In the calm chill of the morning
    The kiss of a coffee cup
    With the warmth of a thousand bitter
    Drops of heaven…
    A single songbird perched nearby,
    Chirping till its heart content
    Waking in the sleep of a hundred.
    I sit here lost in thought
    While I gaze into the open, purple sky
    As the twilight soon will give way
    To a blazing orange
    And the trees, in fall
    Burning crimson red
    Will sway to the beat
    Of the whispering wind.

    Happy days.

    © 2014 Mihir Kamat