“Worlds are altered rather than destroyed.”
Leaves turn from green to yellow to orange then brown.
Silver clouds squeeze down frozen water droplets.
Sunrays dance down, warming cold skin.
Fallen tree trunks burn, leaving black ashes.
Fresh springs runs into clear rivers, into salty blue oceans.
Seeds grow into sky piercing cypresses.
Breathing moves air to blood to life.
A child weeps upon the grave of his parents.
A crackling when the butterfly emerges.
A waking of new eyes after sleep.
B. A. Varghese graduated from Polytechnic University (New York) in 1993 and has been working in the Information Technology field ever since. Inspired to explore his artistic side, he has earned a B.A. in English from the University of South Florida and is currently in the process of working toward an M.F.A. in Creative Writing. His works have appeared in Cleaver Magazine, Apalachee Review, Rose Red Review, and other literary journals. (www.bavarghese.com)