Sunday, February 5, 2012

The Silver Oak

A dew washed morning,
The last whiffs of Winter, still unyielding,
Even as Spring readies itself,
To cast around its Midas touch,
And paint the sprawling hillside lush,
A reckless riot of colours.
Dainty sunshine, playfully dancing,
On dew drops cradled by the grass,
Pageants of butterflies, on scaffolds of flowers,
And adorning the fresco, like a masterstroke,
Its virgin buds raring, to burst into blossom,
Is the regal, sublime Silver Oak.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Comments from Muse India:

Beautiful imagery and a delightful read, Preeta. Regards.


K Pankajam, Chennai
Feb 01, 2012


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Thanks much Hema ma'am :) Regards,


Preeta Chandran, New Delhi
Jan 28, 2012


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This would inspire an artist! Beautiful images.



hema ravi, Chennai
Jan 27, 2012


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Thank you Prabhu ji, for the encouragement. Warm regards,



Preeta Chandran, New Delhi
Jan 27, 2012


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Beautiful.



K.H.Prabhu, Kumta, Karntaka - 581343
Jan 27, 2012


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Thanks very much Mallick sir and Ramabrahmam sir, for the appreciation. Warm regards,



Preeta Chandran, New Delhi
Jan 27, 2012


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A very delighting picture of the nature in its splendor. Enjoyed much the verse, Preeta. Thanks for sharing. best wishes.



V Ramabrahmam, Pondicherry
Jan 27, 2012


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A photographic welcome to spring... well composed, Preeta.



Kumarendra Mallick, Hyderabad
Jan 27, 2012


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rk said...

this poem cradles all the marvelous
sights and sounds of nature, nature and her all benign agencies are in their best attire, the poem externalizes the lovely creative mind-set of the poetess.