HOUR ELEVEN

1. moonbeams singing a lullaby
   everything is bathed in a glossy luminescence
   beneath the furrowed duvet, a wisteria vine sigh
   How to escape this earthly noise?

   pine tree in my tea-cup.

   ii.
   sweet drops on the pine cones
   resin tears on the thistle
   a lady bug tumbles in the grass
   a reflection of the moon caught in a champagne glass

   dew drops perched on a spider web.

   iii.
   fragrant incense stick in a beehive
   sunbeams dyed in ocher hue
   hummingbird croaks like a frog
   honey drips from blue-eyed grass

   a golden mushroom in a sky.

Copyrighted by Ruchi Chopra, 2017.