Hiking Trail: A Poem by Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu

In an orchestra and opera divine of birdsongs and whispers of trees,
A pebbled trail disappears into the burgeoning viridescent aromatic arboreal breeze…

A path sculpted by rainwater, sunshine, and melting snow greyish-blue,
Woven with ancient roots and mulching carpets of long-forgotten leaves of ochre hue

The rocky crest and crown rise to kiss the rain-laden cloud,
To embrace the raindrops as they fall into their folds and downy verdure proud…

Hiking up the craggy rocks that rise like tall citadels,
I glance back at the gorge that looks like a minuscule chain of gems and jewels…

Meandering brooks are sinuous glimmering ropes, silvery webs gossamer…
The wildflowers are purple, bright blue, golden, scarlet, and amber in the vista a rolling splatter!

Dappled silver-gold of late noon drenches the verdant wands enchanting,
Leisurely ages sepia as the sun sinks, light in beams and shafts filtering…

Rose-pink tint and twilight of eventide
Embellishes bursts of sparkles on swards by the trailside

Canopied bouquets are a settling lull and burst of woodland aria melody
It’s time to make my way back to the city realms from this holy sanctuary…