Reflective Mood

Cool nights have settled
on trees, like frozen spirits
Leaves are quiet,
braches motionless.
Trees are in reflective mood.

Screen of serenity
moves with occasional breeze,
raking up memories.
When birds were around
with their stormy music;
a stopover on their passage
to higher dreams.

They came, as a noisy cloud,
set evening on fire
Trees, so overwhelmed
almost leaped to fly with them
to fulfill lonely night’s desire.
By Uma Asopa

Copyright © Dr. Uma Asopa 2006