POPLAR
TREES from the book
"Rope-snake:pot-Space" by Suraksha Giri
Walking down the Konark way
I passed along an avenue of trees
Pine and teak and scrubbed grass
needle point of imagery
Lost in thought
Arms swinging
Light of step
Eyes
unseeing
A soft rustle underfoot
Made me pause mid stride
Looking down foot upraised
A dry leaf crushed
A dry leaf came
Wafting down the wind
On a silken journey
From the branch of the poplar tree
Swaying swirling gliding
Not a rustle in its flight
Now stillness, now a swish
The avenue of trees its right
Nothing moved nothing changed
So casually and effortlessly
The leaf came down to rest
As all of nature played
Lovely💚
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