The Fifty Third Poem- The Garden Hour

 The Garden Hour

As mysteries await,

I sit in eagerness;

Trees in my garden sway,

As I while away in the lushness.

Eerie whispers of insects

Ring throughout my garden periphery,

As I ponder and suspect

Questions of life amidst this breathtaking scenery.

The sound of dried leaves crumpling under my feet,

And the whirl of winds rumbling around me,

I feel a voice inside me waiting to greet,

Waiting to check if I’d realise and see.

It is the voice of silence within me,

Trying to usher me into calmness and peace;

“Your thoughts can just wait and be,

I am embracing you a thousandfold, just feel at ease.”

Sometimes just ‘being’ is what’s needed,

The what-ifs can be thought about later;

All of life’s conundrums will succeed,

And all apprehensions will turn out for the better.

So I sit on this quiet bench,

While nature calms me today,

And with peace in my mind I ascend,

For the trees and the breeze will be mine everyday.

-Jaanvi Veluguleti