“Animals rise through a slope toward the summit like migratory birds over an amavasya sky. I watch a mountain loop our prayers like an echo through the darkness. A glistening comet appears across the sky, a streak of purple phosphorescence, as a row of earthen lamps lit over a porch.” ColorMountainsSummitEcopoetryCometMigratory BirdsAn Inheritance Of LightAmavasyaPhosphorescence Author:Sneha Subramanian Kanta