PAINTING IN THE SKY

While I decipher and take apart

What autumn does to my heart

Leaves that scatter and winds that haul

Giving cycles to our sphere in the fall! 

As charcoal pencils curl upward

To touch upon that glorious sky 

Almighty's strokes paint infinity

As those crimson colours fly! 

A dusky eve and dawn so bright

As the dark gives way to light

And hope opposes all those fears

Letting his rhythms guide my sight!

Both light and dark in everyday

I have found, as I yield to his might

Both natures wealth and peace of mind

As I look above and fold my hands to pray! 

© Carol Mitra

Bio:

Carol is a poet born during the pandemic times and has written and published two of her own poetry books. She has been published in all three of the anthologies of 'Poetry Soup' on an international platform and her books are available worldwide. She currently lives in New Delhi with her husband.