The First Signs of Winter
The light is fading, slowly,
over the tops of low-roofed houses,
the narrow, darkening lanes.
Shadows of various kinds converge on
the west-facing frost-glass windows,
keep us very much to ourselves.
A lone cloud moves towards the north
and then settles over the young,
topmost branches of a tree.
The last light is leaning
over the windows now, along with
the shadows of an earlier time.
The seaside town is waiting for
its tame winter, which might perhaps
appear tomorrow, with the September rains,
or, as it sometimes does,
might not, just might not
appear anywhere at all.
Bibhu Padhi has published ten collections of poems. His work has appeared in magazines and anthologies throughout the English-speaking world. He lives in Bhyubaneswar (India) with his family.