From the early morning spring, tulips shake their sleepy heads
When they lift the soil gently, the first touch they feel is me,
I am autumn’s last breath of air.
When sunlight blazes hotter, snow melts from the Rockies
It runs pouring through its canals, nestling in an emerald pond,
I am the thirsty earth.
Sun slides down the horizon, setting her rays free
Twilight replicates their embrace,
I am the tenderness they share.
On the dark canvas of a rebellious night,
Divinity engraves constellations on celestial sphere,
The sky that borrowed its skin is mine.
I’m the mother of existence, from my womb of sublime wonders
caravan of new lives set free. As you breed from my bleeding tears,
shake the blood off your wings and inhale the first breath.
Saraswoti comes from Alberta, Canada. She is a life celebrator and loves exploring beyond her world. She draws inspiration from nature and people around her. She is an optimist and a continuous spiritual learner. She serves as a board member with Parkland Poets and her poems have appeared around Canada, India, USA, UK and Nepal.