Bio Note: This month I complete fifty years of knowing my husband. Life has unfolded in ways nothing of which we knew or thought then. We have three sons, three daughters-in-law and four granddaughters from the elder twins, making us a family of twelve. The theme for September "A Time to Reap" felt timely to write a little something on.
By the Sea
Anchored in shades of grey Horizon lies at rest- Thoughts fragment, roll and wrap Like the waves gently escaping clamor. A hesitant sun glints the crests, Wind bouncing off alluring water Splitting silvery surfaces Lengthening perspective of things. The smell of fish a comfort to men Unraveling cast nets By boats moored under trees, Upright and dark in colors of mist. Dissecting silhouettes of crows rushing After avenging the dead. A warm voice of sea, The touch of sand, wet and unhurried- It is time to reap All that the horizon has set free.
©2022 Abha Das Sarma
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