Autumn Violas

by Nizar Sartawi
(Amman, Jordan )

O how your heart
throbs loud
when you glimpse those
autumn violas
on your windowsill!

How you unbosom
your hidden qualms
to them!

How your eyes glisten
when their petite petals
wave at you?

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What will you do when
winter comes
and violas go to sleep?

When ghosts of frost
perch on your eyelids
sprawl on your chest
creep into your heart?

When death comes close
with no one nearby
to comfort you –
not even a viola?