Hark back in harmattan

Figure Seated Under a Tree by Jean-Francois Millet (1814–1875)

seated on the brown
dying carpet grass
with matted patches
of surviving green
Around the resolute roots
Of an almost leafless tree…

I sketch out a heart shape
from the fallen leaves
as I filter through
the humdrum tweets
of thirsty birds
the arid whiff
of cash-less Januaries
and bothersome-most
the pairs sauntering past
on the dusty tarred road
which once was black…

and hark back to the days
when grasses were wet
and chlorophylly green
and birds sang
tuneful love songs
the days when
you were here.

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