NATIONAL POETRY DAY: WINTERSTONE


Listening to October rain

prepare Winter's stones

for the coming festival of cold
and the stripping away of gold
and green,

I see trees denude themselves
in a demystification of old -
the ritual celebration of bones.

Above the silent dates of tombs,
the sky hovers, blue 
and unsure of beauty's welcome;



but this is the time
for a colour change -

not quite black yet,
these are the shades 
of grey.

by Shaista Tayabali