One Cold Morning Poem by Satish Verma

One Cold Morning



After a─
good shower, moon was
braiding the clouds.

*

Dawn, December.
Recently washed trees getting ready
to drink the sun.

*

The dew drips.
I collect the elixir
to die again.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014
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