Dr Molly’s poem celebrates nature’s profound connection: hugging trees and pet dog, finding resilient strength and solace in the intermingling spirit of my habitat, for Different Truths.
When I leave
them
I hug my trees,
bid them
an unwilling
farewell
though fo
a small respite...
They too nod
me bye
with leaves
fanning
as a cool embrace.
wonder how
the very plant
whom I
reprimanded
for not flowering,
has come to
flower today...
Same with my
doggie who
circles me
, with a fondness
rare, hitherto
unseen,
jolting up
to plant a kiss...
may be Nature,
its vibes
intermingle
with your being...
a sixth sense
works!
Yes, the touch
of the tree
It's brazen barks
means much...
the harsh contours
of existence
meandering through
a lot,
the sweet, the sour
the high, the low...
the days of
sprouting
harsh pruning
bull dozed
crunching,
still the rise,
braving all,
the barren
summer
harsh winter
withering autumn...
the way we
countered all
together,
springing up
resilient
absorbing all...
Hah! My habitat!
my spirits
always
with you
wafting in
whether near
or far...
Picture design by Anumita Roy





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