Golden Plumes

 

the green velvet,

the dense shrubs,

the dry skeletons,

of what once swayed and danced,

all faded before the golden petals,

decked on a bed of lush green leaves,

and, all i remember

they were sheer magic.

as i drew closer, 

and my eyes met hers

everything else seemed to fade away,

all else turned into a sheet of gray,

and then my heart melted,

how royal the golden plumes,

and how fragile, my heart!

© sashikant mohanty