Time Makes a Call

An evocative poem, by Subramanian, about nature, exclusively for Different Truths.  

Spring’s verdure slowly ebbed

before summer’s breath snuffed

It out; Time’s footfall tip-toed

a message – “Life’s curves are

hazier than the lines in your palm;

Strain not the brow on what’s in store,

brace up to weather the storm;

Storms leave fading scars on the plains;

The Banyan is ruddy on its shore,

knows not where it will spread.

Its bleached branches beyond the seed;

Hearts stagger on jagged strains,

a hopeless hunt for a green moor.

Then encased in thorny silence. 

Visual by Different Truths