A gentle winter breeze is closing and our shadows are long and warm by a new sun. The sun is soft on the leaves.
Time’s winged chariot is hurrying near and the coy mistress is still looking for rubies by the Indian Ganges. God knows when she will be less coy, an Andrew marvels.
The banyan leaf fall drags on the road like a winged chariot behind us. Child Vishnu is fast asleep on banyan leaf,cradled by the wind.