The golden gleaming ball
Peered above the horizon
Embedded on her – sparkling jewels
She opened her eyes and
Kissed the sleeping world, a secret message in dreams

Lo and behold, morning breeze
Sweet and gay, so fresh it comes
Kissing all along the way
Her tender touch
A simple message – hard work and peace

The flowers swaying in rythm
Nodding their heads, life is so gay
Dew drops winked and gleamed
Pearls dropped by magic from far off sea
And the farmers in the field, sang out the message

Green burgeoning boughs, bowed
Soft rustling leaves, laden with vigor
Fruits of labor, visible, hearty treats
Birds came chirping, fluster of busy bodies
twisting and gyrating to the breeze

My heart missed a beat,
This visual paradise, laid out shimmering
Wooly clouds in azure blue sky
Green earth grounded with gold and brown
For my eyes to behold, this beautiful precious sight.


Seema Jayaraman
Poet of the month December 2015


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