Seasonal Changes

At the end of the day, I sit on the verandah
sometimes
ruminating, watching as the leaves rustle        
I sit and watch and the seasons change        
winter spring fall and summer      

How unfortunate those who cannot see all of them      
                                       Then the eye of the mind walks      
                                       all that buzz and all that derangement      
                                       That silent beckoning across the way,
barren meanderings, twisting paths      
                                       Branches brush against the flesh,
                                       twigs gathered, are they birch?
                                       the light rustling of the banyan leaves          

Taken in the dark, eyes open and blood rimmed,
the dawn light suffusing the sky,
lights up twisted forms,
lying waste on the lichen beside the Tree      
lazy licks, whispersoft tremblings    
Move the earth and burrow after grubs      

Once We walked,  once we roamed      
Free and clear as birds on a wire        
and then
                                       Brought back to that verandah          
Grating voices      
Dear take the damn trash out        

His life passing By, while He sits and watches      
But wait,
                This once He seeks again