Reaching out....

Tree spied and photographed by PNA in Lonavla
Rocks of the Ages
in the
Ghats of the West;
windswept,
grassy,
with
a lone tree
in
an undulating world.

She stands,
precarious,
on a
well eroded edge,
dreaming
of a young,
fun and
leafy past,
when monkeys
settled
at her feet,
their lips
purple with
jamun....




And so,
away from the valley,
fearful in the wind,
she leans back,
geriatric
in her bareness,
reaching behind,
yearning
for the
slopes
on high,
hoping
for
a quiet,
final
rest there,
when the
next
high wind blows...