Fifth day of
spring. Yellow turbans of mustard swaying in the fields. Yellow from the wardrobes
to yellow on the platter. The warmth is engulfing and enveloping. Hymns float. Devotions,
festivities and fervor abound. The spell of winter is broken. The ambers of the
hearth have melted the heart of the skies. And so we celebrate. Fasting and
feasting. Praying and playing. Singing and dancing. We hail the onset of warmer
days with vasant raag and kites. The yellow rebellion defeats the winters and
the joys reach out to the blues yonder. Thousand winters die. Heart full of
spring lives.
Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 word challenge : Feasting
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.