Ananta Madhavan


After the Rain


After the rain the leaves let fall
A few explicit drops;
The sodden turf is firming up again.


Ferns glisten sharp and separate;
By grace of touch
I think I feel their crisp serration.


The toothed edges, as of a fossil caught
In the mind's amber,
Whose outlines I can trace and trace again.


Upon this drenched and drying spine of fern
A blob of rain
Is magnifying glass to one small thought.


After the rain it is time to quit
The mind's museum
For the largess of the still-wet leaves.

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Submitted: Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 22, 2014
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March,1975, in Germany

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