ALSphere Foundation
I tread plaintively through the parachuting leaves
the stripped-bare tree- dark, vulnerable, exposed
mourns the loss of its accustomed cloak,
I quiver in the winter chill.
The rays of dawn filter through the mist
and kiss the spine of the trunk,
the aged collars whirl in the unseen fire.
The tree gives away to the all-powerful source,
all consumed; it no longer holds itself and
breaks open into singular greens and purples.
I bask in the spires of spring,
inception under the blue umbrella.
Alka Balain
Poet’s Note: The above poem depicts human ascension. When the Divine light graces us, we blossom under the blue welkin and become one with it.
