Late night hill walk past sunset but only just night after afternoon sun here in your springside hillside suburbia of blooming gardens, trimmed hedges. Flower steal. Streetside wild flowers grey as the night air dull light and wild again vivid, clashing in the flashes of streetlight, headlight, smiles from passers-by evening strollers sharing night adventure scrambling at the daisies sniffing in the jasmine… reminds me of your street last month… sniffed in more and the more it wafts nostalgia through me: Teenage feelings, afternoon after school walks home always spring in those days, always warmed by sunshine, smell and private joy. A strange strength in solitude. This late night hill walk street flower steal purple, orange. White yellow green yellow white.
5 thoughts on “Night walk”
Great Saradha, sounds like a great leave to be. Well written Poem.
I meant to say great place to live. Not Leave.
A great place to live. A hard place to leave 🙂
I may get leave to see it!