Friday, April 25, 2014

My Obscure Visitors

While coming and going,
my silent summer breezes
do rustle a few leaves;
obscure visitors, tantalizers, 
sway the curtains-
drop a twig, stir the dust,
let the dew-drenched cobwebs dazzle 
and dance.

Before you leave-
 speak to me, I am lonely.

Image: Screen cap from Picnic at Hanging Rocks (Source: Google Images)