Jayasree

A September Afternoon

The golden rays of the

afternoon sun

falls through

the sun dappled trees

The dragonflies glide

soaking up the sunlight

their transparent wings

coloured golden 

enjoying their

tiny moment of happiness...

The air heavy

with the fragrance

of jasmine flowers;

drowsy with the

buzzing of the bees.

The earth still, somnolent

under the afternoon sun...

And even in the stillness

there is life.