Friday, January 23, 2015

new beginnings

If you cut the trunk of that tree across
There'd be a hundred concentric rings
One light, one dark, one light, one dark
Ripples spreading outward to eternity
A Big Bang of wood and sap
Raw material that gave a robin a home
A squirrel food
A gardener shade
A breeze dry leaves to toy with

The bare boughs sprout buds again
This bitterly cold January
In a renewal that defies logic

The sensuous business of bringing life forth
Had been going on for months
Right outside my window

                                                                                  ~ Sonali

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