Yasmeen Khan Poems
The Hills Are Alive!
Swooping on gradients and hairpin bends
When the sun sinks and softly descends
At a mellow pace in Heaven's wide arch
A thousand pines in the clouds' arms
Swing and sway in welcome mists,
On glorious crests bend and twist.
Winds sing sweetly, airs are benign
And the city looks dreamy and shines
Like a starry plane far beneath me
As I look down the scary lee.
Soaring upwards in the mellow blush of day
A spot sparkles in the foggy dark and stays
Glowing on the lush peaks illumining grays.
Savory aromas float on the evening breeze
With melodies ...
Winter comes, steam from coffee and soup
Soothes the mind, comfort the heart;
Aroma of roasted pistachio and peanuts,
Heating, blankets, duck-feathers,
Warmth of the ones who are closed
All make a crisp winter to yearn for.
Chilly tents, cruel winds, biting cold,
Shivering bodies with bruised hands,
Food with no steam, silent cries coming