Poem: Summer Sprinkles

Cometh June. Cometh Me.

A sudden chill and a silent thaw.

Then… the summer sprinkles fall from the heavens.

Poem: SUMMER SPRINKLES

Warm sprinkles of June
Empathetic clouds passing by
Parched earth gulps all it can
Before the sun smokes it dry

Hunched trees stand erect
Little blooms of hope
Dust-washed, shiny greens
Freed of the summer dope

Rent-free thoughts evicted
The pen flows free again
When June-winter springs a shock
A little thaw by the summer rains

The less traveled path is now visible
A vision that guides so often
My ventures and verses need
A brain, a heart, and a pen.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2024