February advances, the shortest month this leaping year.
The aroma of spring, but the same day can show
Winter and summer compacted in a change of mood.
But there is rhythm in this our sun-blessed land.
I have observed how the light plays on shadows.
When dawn segues into the day, through colours
Beyond the rainbow seven and chromatic shades
That cannot be separated, there are variations
Outside a spectrum apparent to optics.
I have observed the blaze of light reveal
The outline of trees upon the tarmac
In starker contour, stronger coal-black;
But later hours before dusk, there is a softening,
As if a milder hand is intent to blur
The certitude of what the eyes perceive.
In spring I await a different mood and voice,
Not to cry Doomsday, nor to rejoice
In dreamy paradise, but to avoid the choice.
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Mysuru, Karnataka, India
I want to look up a quote by a writer who observed the shadows he cast on the road under the streetlights. Fascinating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
6/10 maybe, but feel free to choose your own marking