Lullaby

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.

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