An Evening Chill

Babitha Marina Justin

The sun sets in

an orange pallor

blinding traffic lights.


A bronzed lake

steps into my autumn,

a gentle winter glazing

the tropics.


The dusky coconut palms

envelop a warm

sun with their

tender fingers.


The day gently

lowers its wick.


The night waits like

an impatient lover.


There shines

my bit of the moon:

a crescent of frosted



Your cities are far away.

Mine has a sun, a wilting

flower in a roomy vase.

You are just a fingertip away.


Two clicks will lead me

like magic to your sweet nothings.


The poems you wrote for me

are the green patches


on my swamp.


In this twilight, I imagine your distant sky

as I watch the clouds

wash the blue into a heartless grey


and the green slowly die


into misty night.

I am Babitha Marina Justin, a poet from Kerala, South India and my poems have appeared in Eclectica Magazine, Adolphus Journal, Silver Needle Press, Ogazine, The Four Quarters Magazine, Taj Mahal Review, Kritya and Journal of Post-Colonial Literature. My first collection of poetry, Of Fireflies, Guns and the Hills, was published by the Writers Workshop in 2015.