Poems By Arjava

IN that cold ether of the dawn

Where all is mute

A peacock saunters on a lawn

And in salute

To fading stars and embers of the, moon

Wide-spreads a glittering tail; and soon

The sea below is mirroring his hues,

Swift birds in song light echo back the news

More burnished glories on the sea's rim lie,

A vast red sun is heaved into the sky.