autumn has packed up. our driveway is
a theatre- vines curling maroon on the stone walls-
a buttoned-down fragipani tree
and look, it’s the starkness of winter again-
my fingers half-bone and blue-
i’d like to think of it as a long night, but it’s already
9 years of sunlessness and
i am still dreaming of dreaming of you
©Mohana Das
insanebloom 
Love the maroon leaves on the stone walls
A melodic if brief entry, I like the buttoned-down tree and the vine-swirl of colour.
Groovy piece, and that last line was killer!
“my fingers half-bone and blue-” Loved this!
It seems as though you are writing of a lost love – to me this was sad, in a lovely way.
It is about a lost love. yeah…kind of hurts 😦
I felt it in your words.
dreaming of dreaming of you… nice… and oy… that is a long winter ahead…
The imagery of the tree is stunning.. really make the ordinary (for you… for me a frangipani tree is exotic) .. I always come here being positively surprised.
I too like the maroon leaves, but ‘fingers half-bone and blue’ is sooooo good.