In between the sal trees
glistens the river in October light
inviting in the rustling of leaves
to kiss her gently breaking ripples.
She hastes down the rocky *****
impatient as the river gets close
giggling in the dream when her toes
embrace the chill of the late autumn.
The catkins on the other side
swayed vigorously to be with her
spreading with the wind their pollens
in a mad desire to touch her skin.
This October morn she was carefree
floating amid hijal, fig and velvet apple trees
with winds from the river on her sail.
I only watched the fairytale.
Hatibari by Subarnarekha, October 2, 2023, 7 am