The day’s journey

The day crawls at an abysmal pace

made a scapegoat of sun’s wrath

sapped of energy, it barely breathes

the wind lies curled beneath a barren tree

looking for sanctuary amongst parched grass

the denuded earth, without its green canopy, sizzles

unable to regenerate itself

a few clouds passing by

moved by its pitiable state, shed a few tears

which are like the kiss of life

helping it to reach dusk before fading away

it will be back tomorrow, for that is its fate.

52 thoughts on “The day’s journey

  1. Ah, the day.. yes, it’s fate it to repeat, for the most part. Fortunately, it gives wonderful poet like yourself an opportunity to write about it is a creative way. Well-done, Punam.

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      1. I will someday!! I have never been but have always wanted to, how beautiful it would be to sit and have a glass of wine and look at the moon with you my friend ❀️❀️

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  2. I loved the lines “the wind lies curled beneath a barren tree
    looking for sanctuary amongst parched grass” This is a powerful image, I can feel the heat and taste the dryness. Wonderful!

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