SUMMER BLUE

 Under the spreading branches of a juniper tree stands a mailbox forlorn in the winter's snow

Derelict with a moss covered facade, the house too is a treasure trove of souvenirs and a curio

The door, a color of summer violets and forget-me-nots blue

Waits for someone to knock on it to make all their dreams come true

As I hold this old photograph between the strings of my heart

Speaking volumes about the history of this quaint little town is only a start 

From a sliver of time, a tiny vault of memory whispers a strain of melody

An unwritten story, an unsung song or a heartfelt poetry 

Upon the sun-warmed beach we had built sandcastles, turrets and towers

Snapshots as we picked seashells or in the sand, carved some flowers 

Swathed in silks your hair had shimmered like diaphanous pixie wings under the autumn moon

Your eyes radiant like a chatoyant jewels had glittered with hues of the ocean and water lilies in bloom

If my world was a palette of paint, you were the blue of my sky 

The red of my hopes, the gold of my sunshine and green of my joy

Whilst now caged in this monochrome black and white world bland

We created stripes and swirls of a rainbow wonderland

The sky had blushed with streaks of coral and peach color

Rouge and fuchsia ribbons whirled when it had almost come to pass a brazen winter

Lost echoes still reverberate in the silence of the dusky skies

Long shadows abound, some dreams were buried for our futile pride.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

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