Pravat Kumar Padhy
Windrows
You roll along the trails of forests, garden paths, backyards, and busy city streets. The melodic rustle down the hills silently folds in the corner of the valley. People often listen to your swishing muse with the wind.
You have no remorse as you take a transient path. Perhaps you wish to offer room for others to flourish. In your final journey under the sun and the moon, intently you mingle with the earth, the mother of all inhabitants. You still bustle in various forms to nurture new life under the warm sun and gentle rain.
Walking down the lane less traveled, I lift the fallen leaf and imagine the height of its richness, the depth of its value, and the weight of its wealth.
behind thick foliage
the sun plays hide and seek
roots of family tree
extend all around
braiding past with present
About the Author
Pravat Kumar Padhy’s poetry has been featured in many journals and anthologies. His seventh collection of verse is The Speaking Stone.
Hello Pravat Kumar,
This is a stunning account of autumn leaves or really any time as we are in the hurricane belt. Albeit a windrow is much lighter. Looking out we have seen these windy mischievous spirits sweeping dry leaves swirling and tossing them and this is such an interesting account of its journey: you have structured it in a way that is mesmerizing as our thoughts move in twists and turns as well. I love the style you have chosen for this piece. All the Best, Karina Klesko