At Dawn Poem by Ananta Madhavan

October is a season of gauzy veils at dawn,
Something like memory, a scroll erasable,
When you cannot decide or ensure
What to remember and what you'd rather forget.
















October is a season of gauzy veils at dawn,
Something like memory, a scroll erasable,
When you cannot decide or ensure
What to remember and what you'd rather forget.

Daylight percolates afar in dark shades of grey,
And streaks of dream-besotted spray
Across the misted voyage prow,
The opaline promise of Now.

- - - - - - - Mysuru, India; November 2017.




















Daylight percolates afar in dark shades of grey,
And streaks of dream-besotted spray
Across the misted voyage prow,
The opaline promise of Now.