Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Illustration Friday "Storm"

Monsoon clouds gather,
 The mist like a feathery coat,
gently caresses the edge of the hill.
 Beyond, the peaks melt,
Into the dense gray sky,
As sheets of rain fall.
 I peer through the glass windows,
Of the little Red Room.

Note:  A memory from my childhood - The little Red Room is the smallest room with a magnificent view at "Beaconsfield", a wooden house nearly 150 years old from the British period in the Hill town of Dalhousie.The house stands atop a hill and boasts of 11 large rooms, however the quaint and cosy Red Room is the place to sit with a cup of warm tea and gaze upon the mountains as the storm clouds gather.

1 comment:

  1. Hello, Sujata.
    What beautiful words you wrote!
    I could say that I felt inside the little red room, looking out the window at the hills and the storm
    congratulations! have a beautiful day :)