July 2023
Bio Note: I live in Bengaluru, India and go to the bay area once in a year to be with my three sons' families, specially the four granddaughters. Back in India, I look for peace on my rooftop as the sun begins to set, birds prepare to roost and until the bats begin to fill the sky.
Composting Spring
Pouring sun
eats the ripples-
along a winding beach
stretch the quiet colors
as never seen before.
The leaves scatter
dull and dead
hour by hour
composting spring.
The swallowed treasure
pushing the earth-
bursting of crackers
lighting up the sky,
early signs of birthing
a miracle.
The sudden swelling of sails
taking the boats away-
droplets of sun
tracing an empty bench.
©2023 Abha Das Sarma
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