Seasonal transition follows nature’s rhythm.
Once full of supple verdurousness
today, I mirror a dull ochre expression.
Diluted veins sap my strength,
I am blown away by the gust of wind,
my withered soul drifts away from home.
I twirl to the rhythmic breeze, explore faraway places,
at times crushed beneath the hurried feet.
I hold no grudges.
Graceful surrender and acceptance, fills me with peace.
Nature’s lullabies cajole me to deep slumber
into mother earth’s welcoming bosom..
Myriad hues, textures and beauty dress the landscape. Be it the floral scents of spring , the white canvas of the wintry snow, the sultry heat of summers, the heavenly drizzles of the rains, or the bare look of the autumn, the sublime transition of the seasons scripts its own story. The daily melting of dawn into dusk of the revolving orb, spins magic on nature. Its cinematography ushers in a sense of serendipity. Effervescent dreams, drenching nostalgia, starry extravaganza, fiery passion, alluring desires, bewitching blossoms, frozen delights, somber melancholy, sensory fragrances, tranquil divinity, all find a place in the changing array of seasons. They weave a beautiful kaleidoscope of emotions, promise and hope.
seamless transitions
graceful femininity
redolent aura
Haibun is a Japanese genre of combining prose with poetry. The key to the art of haibun is the graceful pairing of poem and prose, where the poem links to the prose yet shifts away from it.
V.J’s weekly challenge #110 : Smell
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