SELECTED POEMS

Walk to Work

There is a time every morning
When You send tendrils
Of light to the wayside trees: 
Leaves whisper in hushed shadows,
Filament ferns glow 
Gold on dark of bark. 
On most days, I pass these by,
But today I must have stumbled
Upon a perfect light angle: 
Branches outspread, shining heavenward
And I learn again that all things
Have their language of praise.

by Aaron Maniam
first published in From Walden to Woodlands: An Anthology of Nature Poems (2015)

 

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