On the Veranda
Rainbow clouds bathing under glamorous sunbeams, Brisk of wind coating the shoulders as if a cold shawl, Not paintings nor photos depicting a majestic scenery, The body reacts with numerous involuntary shivers, The colourful flowers, which were once petite buds, Falling off bit by bit from this veranda; one-two-three, It is the autumn’s destiny; an involuntary phenomenon, Water was not scarce nor the glowing rays of the sun, Not a lifecycle, but just descendents of one another, Beings living a life similar to that of ours with ancestors, Then comes the wind, blowing, picking those in need, And I stand up and walk through the opened windows, Seeking warmth and the mobile phone rings: “hello!” Saturday, 18th of December 2010