Disjointed

The white fluffs float, the dappled blankness
touched
by
a dominant light-yellow

of an
afternoon about to change
into
lighter complexion of a new dusk.

The pallid leaves fly, settle down,
a few feet
away
from their arboreal homes.

Rusted-gold piles up against
the dull-grey of the well-trod
pavements, growing green
in
the cracks.

The wind is rough, ruffles
the hair, tied up in a bun,

the fringes
kissed by a hot breath, and, a purple
blush
on
the young cheeks.

It again plants a neck-kiss, the playful
breeze.

A smile breaks out on a tired
face, hands pruning the roses,
bitten by the prickly thorns, despite
the gloves.

Somewhere, far-off, someone
whistles an old song,

the plaintive notes dissolve in the
gathering gloom.

A puppy barks in the backyard.

The Canadian geese fly for nests
in
an abandoned farm seen from a passing car.

Sunil Sharma
Picture Nick Victor