Echoing exhilarations

Posted byJashaswini MishraPosted inPoetryTags:, , , , 
In the morn, I notice
a vine of cucumber
growing in my garden
as creeper and climber,
of youthful nature
in early September,
blooming out of nowhere
like a secret chamber.

I really do like
the hues of December,
calm and serene
yet often somber,
enlivened by the birds
with soothing timbre,
their voices freshened
just before slumber.

Those dusky twilights
I do remember,
in shades of purple
or reddish-amber,
with flickering lights
like dying embers,
of vibrant stars
that can't be numbered.

~©Jashaswini_Mishra

Published by Jashaswini Mishra

Proud Indian🇮🇳.Dentist by profession and a poet, sketch artist and singer by passion.

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