The tree
In fall,
A mass of leafless
Branches;
Crooked
Straight,
Tender
Thick,
Radiating outwards
Like sharp lines in a drawing,
In a wavy plain;
A masterpiece planted there
By the famed Guo Xi;
The scene, desolate, still
Creating serenity
In the viewer
Even
From afar.
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When I began reading the first few lines itself, I knew it was your poem. The undeniable stamp of imagery like a painting – That’s yours, Sunil. Subtle and concise yet large enough poetry.
Thanks Sana Rose for your encouraging comments.