Sudha Srivatsan

The afternoon was cool,
My absorbent mind soaking in nature
Off-the-guard, at leisure.

The lake nearby twisted its ripples,
Folding them as it wished
Yonside, evergreen willows watched.

The grasslands culm, at times aeneous,
Orts of foliage, dry and wheaten,
Bentgrass lending puce and mauve.

A swarm of bees buzzed around,
Following them, a hum smooth
Gentle breeze bending through kex dowie

My debts soar in this cosmic casino,
But I shall levant shameless,
Draffish, unlike a seedling, I refuse to live on.