Possibilities / Cherry Blossoms by Mitali Chakravarty

Possibilities

The trees walked,
sentient guardians
of the earth. There
were murmurings
and rumblings. And
the leaves whispered.

It was a time when
magic rang true,
a time of possibilities.
The forests sprouted
meadows where skies
watched butterflies flit.

Sunlit, starlit, moonlit,
days travelled to ages
and eons…

In the here and now,
trees stay stilled as
imagined realms seek
shelter from the wrath
of self-anointed kings.
We wait for magicians
but will they ever come?

Making wands from twigs
that long ago belonged to
walking trees, a child spells
magic in play…



Cherry Blossoms

There was a time
when cherry blossoms
filled the river with pink,
And the trees stared
arms akimbo at the sky.
Spring grew blossoms
till no leaf showed.

That was a time in yore.
A hundred years later,
will the colours remain
unblemished? Will the
flowers bloom still as
ice melts and tuxedoed
penguins lose homes?

My fingers grow veins
like gnarled branches
of trees. Spring turned
to summer, autumn
and winter. Seasons
coloured our lives. Will
seasons too change?

Mitali Chakravarty wafts on a cloud where rests borderlessjournal.com. Her poems can be found in Lothlorien Journal, Piker Press, Impspire Magazine, Fixator Press, Literary Yard, Daily Star among many other sites. She has been published extensively online and in hardcopy.