An evocative poem about the winter knocking at the door by Sunila, rich in captivating imagery and brilliant metaphors, for Different Truths.
No more hot air, just scents around
Cool breeze rendering stress unbound
If chill hurts new embers you’ll need
Does Nov mean a new (novo) seed
New embers assure warmth at home
Chimneys dusted well to let out smoke
Receding sun cuts short the day
Sunsets weave a huge shawl scarlet
Do you see birds rush to build nests
Squirrels hoarding nuts in tree chests
Bears stealing honey from bee hive
Clever mechanism to survive
Don’t step on wood frogs under leaves
In torpor skunks, bats and poor wills
Wise nature welcoming winter
Memories tiptoe with November
Pix from the Net.
Sunila Khemchandani, a double graduate from India, now based in the Canary Islands, has several poems published in international English anthologies like Synthesis – Duet Anthology, Umbilical Cords, Aquarelle -Wall 6, Selfhood, etc. Her poems have been highly recommended. She’s a winner of the Reuel International prize for Writing and Literature, 2016, for fiction and best annual poet, 2008, in poetriesonline.com. Her anthology, ‘The Virtual Reality’ with seven poets awaits its release.