Here’s a poignant nature poem by Elsy, in Different Truths.
To me, that tree is the perfect poem for all moods, all seasons. In Spring she wears scented blooms, bewitching bees, beetles, and butterflies who dart in and out, fully drunk. In Summer she decks herself with ruby red cherries, enticing birds of all age, who rush in for the grand nosh-up. Come Fall, she turns full golden, like an Indian bride, all adorned in gold. Enamoured, the winds turn up from surprise angles, and rob her shawls for a souvenir. In Winter, unrobed, yet unflawed, she stays in poised rest, awaiting the snow white robe. As the bard sings, age cannot wither her, nor stasis stale her infinite variety. Oh! Ma Earth! the author of perfect poems, you are the only Deity in the Altar of my soul!
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Elsy Satheesan is a retired Professor of English. She had been teaching in colleges under the Govt. of Kerala, India. Currently, she resides in Virginia, USA. ‘Random Musings’ is her first volume of poems. ‘Summer Snow’, is the forthcoming one. Her poems have been published in national and international anthologies. Short stories in Malayalam have been published in weekly and fortnightly, in Kerala. Humanity is her religion, and poetry, her passion.
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