dirge of fallen leaves <br />under my feet tickle my toes <br />tender green smiles <br /> <br />a koel <br />perched on <br />a dessicated tree <br />cooes lullabys <br />to fledgelings in the nest <br />dry branches camouflaged <br /> <br />weary traveller <br />looks up in hope <br />through the dry branches...<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-song-18/
