In gold of dawn, when ink was river’s stream
floating merrily among the silver trees
verdancy of birches was sunlit dream
But autumn comes with fading memories
of diamond waterdrops, of sunlight gleam
shimmering cerulean, a glimpse of sea.
Around my words a golden ribbon tied
a poet’s humble gift unleashed from pride.
Today Abhra wants us to capture the gifts poet’s can give to the world, come and read also the wonderful poem by Tagore he will share. Bar opens at 3PM EST, but do not forget we also have a haibun Monday at dVerse.
October 6, 2015