Michigan Mornings--By Jagari Mukherjee--India

Michigan Mornings

When I sweep the driveway

Each dawn, gathering the

Lime-green and soft-golden leaves

Hand-stitched by God, my memory

Sweeps me away to a few months ago

To cold Michigan mornings;

My sister and I sat on the balcony

On the cushioned swing, sipping

Hot tea and wearing zippered purple jackets

Looking at the tall sugar maple tree with

Powder-pink leaves, and the ground

Strewn with more rosy blossoms –

The lazy sun emerges late, starting

With a pink beam against the

Purple-black sky – then a pale violet hue

Spreads like a clock’s hands;

Finally, a translucent golden sky.

We drink more cups of tea to keep us warm

Till the end of the morning show.

Jagari Mukherjee is a bilingual poet from Kolkata, India. Her writings have appeared in several newspapers, magazines, anthologies, webzines, and blogs. Her first book, a collection of poems entitled Blue Rose, was published in May 2017.