Monday, 13 July 2009

a ripple

the moon
a sailing smudge of butter in the clouds...

cuckoo song!

into the rain-happy chorus of a thousand frogs...
a ripple.



Balachandran V said...

As it slips behind a cloud
The moon says: wait, don't go away.

The cuckoo is silent
As it waits for its mate to call

The Bullfrog pauses, pondering -
Whom should I choose?

The clouds break, it pours
In the roar of the wind
All life is silenced.

extremity said...

and many more and many many more :)

kalpana said...

Very few words but loads of images. Its amazing!