Passing
Time
S
K Iyer
The desert hugs sand dunes
in gorgeous curves of sand.
Rows
of swaying palm trees
border the arid hill behind.
Gentle waves,
bounty of the sea,
ripples glitter in the evening sun,
crabs scuffle
eerily along the sand,
wheatears flick through the desert.
Coarse
scrub along the dunes,
behind the horizon the sun dips,
a screaming flock
of gulls flaps
lazily homewards up the coast.
Calmness descends along
with darkness,
then fresh breeze blows in from the sea,
now in the growing
peace of night
sleep embraces the lonely beach.
Hours of pleasure in
nature's luxury
devoured by time. Passing seconds!
Fleetingly, stubborn
time has gone,
I remain in the middle of glorious fall.