In your* lines I’ve found my autumnal sky.
From the frozen spirit like a skein of geese
a hidden joy takes its soaring flight.
Fungi words sprout in my dead log heart—
where I hang my sorrow-web in dewy smile—
my tawny soul is agape at your divine art.
Your songs stir stars in my dark core.
Holding hands take me to dawn’s shore.
*refers to poet Tagore. This is my little tribute to him and his art.
sumanar/lekha 
A most splendid tribute to Rabindranath Tagore 😀 especially the rhyming lines love core/shore ❤ Beautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Your songs stir stars in my dark core.
Holding hands take me to dawn’s shore.
Tagore’s words cover the whole spectrum of human living. Great lines Sumana!
Hank
Wonderful tribute… the concept of fungi words is great.
Your rhyming verses are smoothly done Sumana.
I specially love this part: sorrow-web in dewy smile-
Your ‘little tribute’ is very striking! And I am surprised and delighted to learn he painted too.
Lovely, Sumana. The first stanza soars so beautifully; the second weighs heavily; and the final couplet gives hope.
Holy wow, I love that painting.
This is a fantastic metaphor: “Fungi words sprout in my dead log heart”
inspirational in the way you draw inspiration and hope from this great poet – hope the log sprouts come the spring!
Sumana, your work with the poetry of Tagore has tapped a deep root in you…your words flow as beautifully as his, and as deeply. This is simply gorgeous.
I have not paid enough attention to Tagore, but thanks to you, I will remedy that. It is significant if a poet can paint with more than mere words. My other joy/talent is photography. Your alliteration in the (above mentioned ) line
/your songs stir stars in my dark core/ is killer good.
“Fungi words sprout in my dead log heart” – what a fabulous line!
Exquisite tribute.