how to breathe

When moisture swamps down the marsh land
mist rises like coils, snaking to the branches
that arch to make a dome of luminosity.
Leaves sigh beads of humidity, they tremble
in the drowsed and fetid air; silence spreads under
sinuous density of jade. Just then like lanterns of hope
light floats from  turquoise patch of sky, parakeets tear
into the green bowl, and the universe starts breathing.

November Poem A Day: Write a ‘how to’ poem

 

 

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