The Brown Bougainvillea

 

I am right here where u left me.

Pores of my skin sucking at the sun

On this cold April morning.

 

Sitting under the canopy

of the paper flower plant.

Its once magenta bracts, now

crisp brown, wear the frosty winter’s scars.

For she has overstayed her welcome,

in this quite mountain town.

 

I am wearing my silly sea green hat, meant for those

who brave the woods.

But I am sitting here

with a notebook and a pen

attempting, to write a poem

that I will read to you

As soon as you come find me-

Right here, where u left me.

By Anubha M