Anticipation

My eyes like a paintbrush Only swifter a thousand times The window in front, a frame Around the canvass of the outside view In bright yellow I paint a maple first Through which slides a squirrel jet black An evergreen spruce neatly trimmed Causing contrast, in colour form A few clouds here and there Creating magic in my eyes Orange coloured branches of a nearby maple Dancing with breeze, gladly shedding a few more leaves Sliding down the tree a squirrel Playfully rustles Through carpet multicoloured   My painting suddenly becomes quite dim Then instantly bright as the clouds move on With only a few swift strokes Commences the shimmering golden rain again And I wonder If the ageing process would be as beautiful too!   …………………………………………………..   Zohra Zoberi November 1999