The winter wind
tosses bougainvillea bracts
willy-nilly around the yard,
crimson covers bare earth.
Crisp colour crunches
under our bare feet,
softens drought-scape
like millions of butterflies.
Children capture the colour,
hang jars in sunlight.
Cats become kittens again,
chasing the wind wafts.
Good housekeeping requires
pristine lawns, neat edges;
imagination, like nature,
is not a Good Housekeeper.
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