SriVi

The bee in my tea

The bee in my tea,

          Buzzed me to talk,

I yielded.

The ripe fallen apples looked happy & delighted !

In all their shining glory, 

They rolled with their steady slow pace

   The lantern and the lamps, 

Beheld shades of rusty charm,

Beautiful in their wanton bliss. 

I write, I write but from my head