B Minor

B minor
        Bee is
huMming,
buzzIng—
HoNey
yellOw
nectaR

By Jay Gandhi

A B Minor

I am the key
of patience,
A judgement comes

through that door.
I am the key
to that door.

I am the calm
awaits fate.
I submit

to your divine
dispensation.
You turn my key

to unlock your door
to my judgement.
You use me.

2019 Paul Brookes

B Minor

One by one, they fall, three
in all, more maybe,
silently they wave farewell
To the tree, descending to land on the ground-
over and over they go
round and round,
The tree is still, bravely the loss it will bear, without a sigh without a tear,
submitting to divine will,
ever ready for submission, think a while, what can happen –
surely after Winter Spring will come,
All emerging from hibernation, to begin afresh
A rejuvenation.

2019,CER. Anjum Wasim Dar