Dr. Sunil’s poem dwells with winter’s remnants clinging to bare branches like lost jewels, a melancholy scene as the trail descends to a forsaken lakeside cottage, exclusively for Different Truths.
On the bare branches
hang the
remnants of the last snow,
lost pendants.
The blobs of white
uneasy
on the brown limbs
of
the thorny tree, the
last maple leaves
flutter,
in melancholy, as the
trail winds down to a forsaken
cottage, near the lake.
Picture design by Anumita Roy