A wind treads softly
On the golden carpet
Rolled out
Along the shoulders of the highway
Created deftly by the yellow leaves,
Exiting their old homes and leaving behind
The bare trees, near the gurgling river-side;
The way you walked into my home/heart once,
Decades ago, on a spring morn,
In a crowded suburb,
A demure figure still remembered,
Tender, calm, dreamy-eyed,
Treading softly,
Your silent presence being announced
By silver anklet-bells, very naughty,
And decorated in mustard, the dainty feet;
Your scented presence could be felt,
Like a fresh breath of cool air,
Circulating as a heady draught,
In a dark room
Shuttered for years!
” The Gentle Tread ” , is a fine exemplar of this author’s peerless craftsmanship . The poem evokes a warm and soothing,though never self-indulgent ,nostalgia. A fond remembrance of relationships past,that mercifully spares its readers from being subjected to melancholy.