A silverlining
17 June 2020
The garden stretched forth
Leaves scattering in its midst
Grass strewed evergreen
Windmills of my mind stirred slow
Recognition of the light
Paper planes flew low
Their noses scraping the dust
The rubble moved slight
The mind composed bleak answers
Call of the heart rising through
Clouds pearled lily white
Amidst announcement of storm
A silverlining
The heart contrasted with mind
Choices like ribbons flew south
Reading of the poem:
The Awakening Of A Woman (Burnout) -The Cinematic Orchestra
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum