My hazy window
blurred by mist of memories
and motley motifs
fails to inspire somber muse
even bird songs sound mournful.
***
fragrance of summer,
dusk in the garden beckons
I hear your whispers:
yonder is the light – go, go
we’ll meet at the horizon.
***
blazing summer sun
hammers on velvety grass
smoldering swiftly
Diablo hills look ashen
just like my afflicted heart.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
My Kigo words: bird songs, dusk in the garden, grass.
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