Tuesday Morning

The willow oak is
still holding many
dead leaves
A grieving mother
to release
from her clutches
those lost children
whose winter has come
and in the background
Ustad Vilayat Khan’s
Raag Bhairavi alap
sings from his sitar
and I hear her tears
in each sweet meend


Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

4 thoughts on “Tuesday Morning”

  1. What’s (mildly) interesting is that about a month ago I was standing on my porch looking at all the trees around that each had like twelve leaves left on the very top. And remember saying to myself, “….must… hold… on… to…. little… babies!!!”

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s