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!
 
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Zohra Zoberi
November 1999