The heron clutches the edge of an abandoned dhow
a gleam in its eye as a slow ripple forms
Cuddling wisps of clouds edge near
to orange splotches of a sunny prelude
Cold trees turn their spiky crowns
away from snow clumps on grassy lashes
Death breathes down the nearest bare neck
standing a lot closer than sleep
A fallen angel sheds its archaic wings
and hangs itself as a white dendrite
The fake morning glow vanishes
in another swirling white mist
A tree looks pointedly at imaginary blooms
its nudity grabbing at snow flurries.
©Reena Prasad 26th jan 2013
To be published in scaling heights