Sleeping under the open sky
I woke up to find my skin
Covered by the tiny flowerets
Showered from the mango tree above
My skin and my bedspread
Smelt of its raw fragrance
I felt I was the messenger of spring
Perched on a branch on the green canopy
Playing hide and seek
I cooed with the same gusto as the enigmatic bird
Another cooing echoed as if in response!
06Apr2011
17.46hrs
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-an-early-summer-morning/
