ruby

flecks of rubies on leaves
like floaters in my vision

twins

evening descends
it cannot take away light from the two flowers

words

The office boy is from a small village near Tirunelveli. He cannot read a word of English.
I am received every day by the words he leaves at my table, from the calendar that he sets for me. Today it is, “Spend not a moment on regret. Our journey is made richer by all that has come before.” 

light

light danced on water
cradled in the leaves

tea break

old tea tin 
refilled with fresh Assam leaves

**
flavour of love
in old tea mug

filling station

butterflies, dragon flies
even a coramandel marsh dart
descended on my terrace
on their paths,
for a breather
and a few sips of nectar

evening

As the evening deepens
darkness gathers
under poinsettia leaves

sunning

breathe

Breathe in: make meal
Breathe out: sit on sun dappled terrace

soft

Racing dark clouds, 
then a steady drizzle ;
hard clay in the garden
trembles
and relents.