a snowy day–
the green leaves of the garden
are wrapped in the thick blanket of ice
the dangling white rose
is the face of a black tiger
in such a depressing morning
a flock of one-winged birds
are migrating to a sunless island
through gray clouds arranged unruly
in this pale light of dreary noon
the deepening dusk
with its illusive movement
is descending swiftly to the earth
through eerie sound of the crickets
in the distance–
the wavy mountain
is a strayed dolphin, swimming
in the ocean of night-fog
Chandan Dey is a new and emerging writer living in Kolkata, India. His work has appeared in Liquid Imagination, Vayavya, Sky Island Journal and is forthcoming elsewhere. He works in Kolkata and is a passionate reader and writer of poetry. He loves to write articles on scientific philosophy; some of them have already been published online. Some of his work can be found on http://www.chandankumardey.blogspot.in.
Nice. Some great phrases in there. Dusk certainly does descend in illusive, if not elusive motion.
Thank for your insightful response.