Sharmila Ray
SUMMER
Summer: and the evening is balanced
on jasmine scent.
She spills some paints
making the verandah ochre.
Small pots of coriander add more colour.
She moves
she stops.
Over the cityscape shadows appear-marble-veined.
Marooned in chiaroscuro, she reaches out
and picks up a poem.
Outside darkness darkens.
Inside her a tune plays-
Someone turns eternal.