Indian Summer Poem by fraidoon warasta

from a train window
i look outside silently
a few clouds hang leisurely
above those vivid poplar trees
where the wind whistles and whirls
meanwhile
a flock of swallows free of care
nesting in the sky

this year
i don't know why
this indian summer
has brought us
so many colourful saris from gujrat
spreading throughout fields,
woods, parks, lakes and gardens
but it won't stay long!
for my thirst dreams of rain

like the expressionists i see
the shadows of the dazzling pines
pink and purple

a flowing river of colours
absorbs my imagination
black and white are absent
however, i still embrace
the yin and yang

fraidoon warasta
07/10/2018
amsterdam