I left reflections midst
oil paints, and wet tempera,
and set my glasses, unwiped, to
watch her ravenous beauty unfold.

Enraptured, past a
leaf undressed, I saw
Fall announce herself on
the curve of the Tulameen’s waist.

©Mohana Das


8 thoughts on “#010

  1. you have a wonderful interesting style
    and i feel shame i don’t have, at the moment, the right and enough time to explore it more deeply. but i will surly return when i will be able..

    take care,


  2. Mohana, a very proper instruction for us to stop trying to “capture” this gorgeousness of autumn and just drink it in with our whole beings. Thank you for the loveliness here.

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