Big Sky

Today I burrowed myself out to walk in search of a big sky. I walked till I found a sky soaked in silence and girdled by a circle of  distant trees.  On this cold february evening, spring already swelled within a still winter. Old gnarled branches gleamed in brass and copper, steel buds swelled in velvets on charcoal, new grass shone in dew and carpets of tiny white daisies with mauve backs. My winter heart unfurled and and my pores swelled with new buds. My voice rang clear to touch this big sky  - the brook then gurgled and the birds also chorused - all in raga basant.