White Echoes

Happily unbidden the trees remain silent—

A solemn sadness pervades,

The gentle breeze caresses half-frozen water

And stirs it into a million dancing droplets;

A face fades,

A memory corrodes,

Rusty hands try to shake:

It is cold.

With a shiver, the trees wake—

The gentle rhapsody of an ordinary night,

Like everything else,

 this too shall fade;

That hazy figure in the half frozen lake,

Disappears into the ice,

Forever erased.

Fairytales seduce.

Once more,

Leaves fall,

With a fearful grace:

A recycled eternity

© Geetakshi Arora

October 8, 2013