Valentine month is a celebration in Glomag, where the issue is a paperback available through Amazon. (At the link here)
Glomag is always a bumper issue with atleast a couple hundred poets contributing, this year’s February issue is no different. Among other beautiful creations, here is my poem this month, some reflections on love:
TO-WHIT …
I know that crunch though
I can’t see the reds or the golds
Or any pathway underfoot
Just a tune of crickets that lead me
To a warmth of closeness
A familiar shingled roof
Tucked in the shadows of trees
To a beckoning scent
An aroma of baking breads
sliced with sharp spices
To a silhouette that I know
…
…
To-whoo? Asks the neighboring barn owl.
I can’t see the reds or the golds
Or any pathway underfoot
Just a tune of crickets that lead me
To a warmth of closeness
A familiar shingled roof
Tucked in the shadows of trees
To a beckoning scent
An aroma of baking breads
sliced with sharp spices
To a silhouette that I know
…
…
To-whoo? Asks the neighboring barn owl.
Sangita Kalarickal 
Very interesting and diverse poems.
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