By Vanaja Malathy Warm weather of springbuds of new growth pierce through my branchesmillion needles of painful pricks on my bodyi silently deliver and nurture my new birthi lose grip of my dear leavesstand in shame naked and barethey are heaped to their burialautumn winds wipe dry my tearsi stand in detachmentwinter winds blow startsnow … Continue reading Exit in grace
Academy of the Heart And Mind 