A Weathered Window
Second Thursday prompt: where my thoughts hide
Autumn’s burnishing scents
seeds mumble quiet psalms
from wasted brumal boughs
zephyr sprays pollen’s scent
ensconced in balmy grass
pallid plumes birds shed
to soar with solar azimuth
A window in my mortality
open to rain, shine, snow
moon in chunks or whole
starry voyage dusk to dawn
intrinsic light gleaming on
gems of moments passed
treasuring wildflowers-
lingers from last odyssey
spread gingerly on paper
fragility fettered to be faded
under oscillating light n dark
then creased among pages
of books I deeply inhale
The weathered window
susceptible to elements
expands, shrinks, numbs
over the rotations of earth
soaks trails, talisman of
the seasons fondly perching
on its dense heartwood
once axed from the forest
my hushed musings thrive in.
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Era Garg October 2026
In response to the Viraji Ogodapola’s provoking prompt “Where Thoughts Hide.” Hope late submission haven’t wilted its charm.
Thanks to Scrittura’s editorial team, Zay Pareltheon, Ann Marie Steele, Michael M. Brownstein, and Viraji Ogodapola for keeping the flame of words alive .
Link to the prompt is below:
