Peach Sky

A thin crisp wind -

Few astray crows,

The luscious green leaves 

Of my mango tree sway, 

The sun is on its way 

Down below the lake,

There's a warmth in the chill

A sway in the still

It's bright -

But an ominous quiet ;

There goes a stuttering rickshaw, 

The mock gunfight of the rowdy little kids,

The neighbor aunty can't stop complaining about the cats,

There's the early buzzing of fireflies,

The goodbye chirps and caws -

The swish of water from the open tank,

The ring of the bell from amma's tulsi den 

It's just another afternoon 

Normal and nice 

Marking the break of day 

Feeling like the snuggle in a thin blanket

And a hug on a lonely day.