Transition
Farewell fields of diamond dew
and saffron morning light
and deep wet earth that sucks and holds
as frozen birds take flight
Now one farewell to all the love
that milks the cows to froth
and stirs the blood
and strokes the flame
till work and love are broth
A last farewell to the things I knew
and the things I dont know yet
word fade to nothing
as the cows come home
and softly dust sunset.
Amit Dahiyabadshah
25 Jan 2001