The BWG is pleased to share this wonderful poem by young poet, Aryan Kaul.
From top to bottom: Leaf fall around the garden; the Plane trees along the Fann St border.
A crisp winter chill drifts through the garden.
The tree wonders what it wants this winter and sends its leafy letters to the sky.
Light fills this green oasis, and the grass doesn't know why.
The leaves continue to drift.
From top to bottom: The garden in the snow in December; hazel catkins reaching to the sky.