Of all those days which have etched
Indelible impressions on my mind
I know that day how did to us fetch
Heavenly wonder that did us bind,
It had been just after autumn
The sky was getting perfect
And we travelled to gather some
Hues with which nature decked,
We reached a cottage, at about ten
There we thought to stay for the day
Walking all the way through the lane
That had gone up there, merrily, so to say,
Outside that cottage there was a bench
We sat there stretching our legs quiet
Gathering how that perennial sense
Of serenity is kept by that day's light,
Later, much later, when the evening came
We again went outside to sit there
And found how the day's sky became
The sky of the night, wide, open, bare,
It had little dots,sparkling things
All over it so enchanting,
As if it told us that our sojourn
Had been a marvellous one,
And we just thought what it could be
That kept us soothed, giving satiety?
Then we looked around us and found
Again, how nature remained the same,
Calm, poetic, blessed, vast and profound.
No comments:
Post a Comment