SCULPTING IMAGES

Fog of this morning is sculpting strange images

In thick showers sagging onto the ground

Drops drizzling like monsoon rain in thicker doses

Making  bear-like shadows of walkers around ;

Bushes  move like prowling  animals of the night

With fall of leaves causing instant fright ;

Fledglings at the tree top searching for their way

Back to their nocturnal nest

As if after break of dawn there was another night

On a swift return from the nearby mountain crest ;

I get the smell of your damp body in the freezing drops  

Of sensual  sweat at the tips of shuddering leaves

And in trees’  drenched arm-pits

Smacking of yester night’s voluptuous dreams

In the lap of a swinging moon in frequent fits

As the clouds kept her under constant fanning

To fade into the Sun’s engulfing desire in the morning.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

08/11/14