Ancient trees spring toward the skies,
branches twisting,
swirly patterns
transport us
down a fantastic world:
a spectrum of green so wide,
I swear I’ve discovered a brand new hue.
Like Alice in her wonderland, I hop and spin and leap
over
under
over
under
through the trees and branches too,
birds my siblings–
insides glued to every green!
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
My eyes bulged out of their sockets, ears had surely misheard. But it was true. I had heard right. My father had indeed spoken to
Cevan stands at the foot of the cascading staircase; head tilted up Its ivory steps and mahogany banister spiral toward, glowing new; shimmering posibilities Pristine