Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

And thus, the winter ends!

The golden globe
Sets about northwards.
The bonfires
Return longer, warmer days.
Ripened rabi invites
For sumptuous meals,
Garnished generously with love.
Folksongs on pouting lips,
Rhythm in feet,
And thank yous in heart
For fire and sun and light
In dreary winter days.
The colorful spring skies
Speckled
With kites soaring high.
Ensorcelled,
I relish this end of winter.


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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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