Abstract Poetry: an early spring memory

Abstract Poetry: an early spring memory - student project

It was a cloudy day,
when I sat brooding, reluctant
over the pale
absence,
a sepia disguise- my shadow blurs
with the melting light.
it's just my luck.


just when I find
my solace
in the bright spring- a cloud
must make it dull
again.

Suradha Iyer

Professor(a)