This is up. This has always been up!

The light, the flicker
Accompanied by buzzing fly,
Tided in a cobweb
A fluorescent tube light.

Of the torn down-home, the vivid color of the rooms, tell the stories of the lives lived there.
Captures attention.
Shows more than that meets the eye; the pile of planks, unroofed base, the windows holding the dark,
of the torn down-home.

Folks lost to the beat
Drifting by the rhythm
Deafened by the chaos
Blinded by the smoke in the air
Drunk with the feeling of here and now
Lost in the time
Captured in a blur

Of the reflective windows and minds:

From the window screen
Little Sj town appears glowing
The high glass windows of my hotel room
Reflects the hilltop
The lamposts outside, like fireflies  
Rains nostalgia
Of places and faces

After the long period of barren winter

The buds of greenery comes

The birds chirping they fly

The caterpillar turns butterfly

The tree top shines green

The river so calm and shrine

Turns vigorous in joy

The sky smiles

And gives lot of sunshine

The warmth that all look forward to

After a long period of barren winter.

Inspired by the weather I write

Look out of the window

See the same old tree wilt

Its top turned all yellow

Shedding its leaves

Wondering if it would be happy?

Or…. hopeful about the next spring

I try to figure out the unspoken

And wish that I could know

The course of  nature

The way it works.