Flame: Of The Forest Poem by Rashmi Menon

yesterday, it was in bloom,

the flame of the forest, bordering

my window, billowing curtains

of petals down, in showers hot and hue-some,

patterning the ground in eccentric patterns of

extreme ecstasy, blinking and winking,

streaming bright orange-red dreams for me,

winning me over

with its ambery flames, licking

the frames of my windows, winnowing

out the grayness of an evening

when i heard not from you,

not even a monosyllable

that may have broken the bleakness of my day.