Poem- Blogpost by Dhanu

I remember long veils of green rain
Featured like the shawl of my grandmother-
Green from the half-green of the spring trees
Waving in the valley.

I remember the road
Like the one which leads to my grandmother's house,
A warm house, with green carpets,
Geraniums, a trilling canary
And shining horse-hairs chairs;
Was like my grandmother's parlour
Alive with herself and her voice, rising and falling-
Rain and wind intermingled.

I remember on that day
I was thinking only of my love
And of my love's house.
But now I remember the day
As I remember my grandmother.
I remember the rain as the feathery fringe of her shawl.