It was a cold long winter, and the branches were bound,
She searched for light, couldn’t be found
Spring saw sprouts of green
Gleeful she was within
Her branches reached out to him
As he grew to the skies
Her branches touched him, grew, but not fast enough
She couldn’t catch up
The greens retreated, fall gripped her
Orange and red, anger within
He was too high to see
Her branches, the ones grew toward him, drooped, falling far from him
Soon, the sparrows built their nest in her hard, dry hollow
She knew, winter will not be alone,
The sparrow babies will chirp,
Whilst she looks forward to her spring.
Love this. How beautifully you have weaved the pain and wisdom and correlated it with season. Felt good, I guess I am reading your work after ages.
Thanks for reading Saru. Appreciation from you made my day. 🙂
Awesome! 🙂
Thanks Medhavi
Gorgeous verses with touching imaginary. Beautifully penned.
Thanks Rajlakshmi. Glad you liked it.
Hope the wait for her spring gets over soon! Beautiful expression 🙂
Thanks Shilpa. Spring is always around, she just needs to awaken. 🙂