The ice melted overnight. The
pond emerges clean, sparkling
after
a long hibernation in the cold
dim vault.
The weight of snow that chained
it motionless for months under the
grey-dark sky ruled by melancholic
god with bolts of thunder, rain and
blizzards;
those sorrows
of
being frigid, gloomy and immobile
evaporate fast, in climbing vapours,
as
the first day arrives with a warm air,
and,
the cattails and cardinal flowers, on the
margins of the waterbody bounce back,
with the
promise of returning hummingbirds and
butterflies, among other feathery friends,
for pollination, and, the Canada geese and
gulls with families; and, the kids and parents
taking a walk on the grassy paths by its sides;
their open infectious laughter
carried
by
a fragrant breeze, on glorious morns, kissed by
a pink-faced sun, in a cloudless sky of an azure
visage.
.
Sunil Sharma
Picture J.W. Waterhouse
Author-bio:
Sunil Sharma, PhD (English), is an academic, critic, literary editor and author with 29 published books: solo and joint.
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