Nothing to regret or gloat and crow
My life has chugged on slow steam
Like the foot is navigated by big toe.
This is Madison AL & mid november
Fall is over , only remnants are there
I sit on the deck , in the tea time sun
Amid bare trees, foliage here & there.
Oak and beach trees are almost bare
And so are the ash maple and poplar
But the story does not finish off here
There're pine & cypress green as ever.
A slight wind plays the bamboo chime
A tit swings at the feeder as if to align
A water bowl also hangs besides them
To make goody my daughter's pastime.
I an old man, sitting silently & brooding
About the past, winding and unwinding
Memory lanes , while my breath dopeth
Me. Am I brooding or am I meditating?
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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