Poem by Lily Swarn
Come September
September comes like a thief in disguise
Showering benediction on soggy monsoon fields
The scent of apples in the air more potent now ,
As truckloads from hills rush to fruit markets
Coral vines snuggle closer to the gleaming ficus
As roses uncurl their resplendent romance
The holy basil is at its herbaceous best
Perfumed leaves of the sweet neem ready for the pan
Champa strews silvery petals for soldiers coming home
Fragrant whiffs of frangipani intoxicating the garden
The busy birdie in the hedge chirps aloud with glee
Finding feathers for her nest ,blithe as Miller of the Dee
The breeze at dawn comes drenched in love
Cooling , soothing , nudging me awake
It’s time to dive in September magic
Crooning songs of hope and peace …..
Copyright Lily Swarn 6.9.2017
