Our winter sun is pale-bright,
scattering sighs, it dips into night-
as fog flexes muscles dimming all stars-
my eyes mist and you’re blurred.
A dewdrop displays a pellucid grace,
I watch this day’s gait in a hurried pace-
while I play with words in color of tar-
you peep from my heart that’s left ajar.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Bittersweet @ Poets United
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Shared with Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #29 hosted by Thotpurge
sumanar/lekha 
The pellucid grace, the colour of tar… fabulous images in your poem. Thanks so much for sharing with Micropoetry Month, Sumana!
The descriptive verse is like a haiku with extra layers. Lovely!
How oft do we do just the opposite. Screw the jar lid tight thinking we are protecting ourselves from the bittrr but end up shutting out the sweet.
I know that pale sun. It is the pace you mention that is far too fast for me somedays.
I really like the image of peeping from a heart that is left ajar. Just a little bit. Just enough to feel.There is a lot of subtle feeling beneath the words of this poem. Misty eyes and blurred vision. And more.
Wow! The fog’s muscles … oh, the sun/you … visible but not, peeping out as we open. How I know this, when we are fully part of nature, always loving, always holding what is missing. out of pace with day. Beautiful.
lovely imagery and rhyme Sumana
Have a happy Wednesday
Especially luv the “gait” of day; my favourite line
much love…
I feel a pale winter sun sadness in this poem. Beautifully crafted.
Beautiful!💞 Love; “I watch this day’s gait in a hurried pace-while I play with words in color of tar-you peep from my heart that’s left ajar.”💞
Oh I love your use of deep language here! Very remarkable and calming to the senses.
Your poem is truly bittersweet!
This is wonderful, Sumana. I especially love your two closing lines….the peeping from the heart that’s left ajar. Truly lovely.
Love the idea of a heart left ajar.
Words the color of tar? I’m afraid many of mine are! 😉
Beautiful descriptive phrases, tripping one over the other … a joy to read!
Whata delight to read such beutifully descriptive poem Sumana.
Beautiful…..
“….the peeping from the heart that’s left ajar. “- I hear you. There are some memories I’d rather forget, but they’ve also helped to shape me into the person I am today 🙂
“…pellucid grace…”. I learned a wonderful new word. Thanks, Sumana!
Gorgeous writing, Sumana. I love the image of the heart peeking out.
So sweet and tender, and delicately crafted.