Cloudburst

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I sigh as pelts of rain continue to adorn the suburbs. It felt strange not to feel the chill of winter breeze near birth of December; to fashion long coats, scarves and boots while sipping on hot latte, as night outside’s dappled with snow. Life’s as similar as wavering seasons. It urges us to accept constant change that takes place and to weather both calm and storm which in turn defines existence. I jumped as phone near bedside table vibrates, felt the blood rise in cheeks, as conversation ebbed and flowed. I believe that memories exchanged cause the heart to glow; that seasons no matter cold or warm would cease to appeal were it not for ties and association. No sooner had I spoken, observed as wind changed its course. I smiled as breath of passion greets the morn’ as bright as gold.

Whisper of decades old
remind of nature’s boon
Wave of remembrance.

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Photo credits: WpNature.com

Posted on ‘Haibun Monday’ @ dVerse Pub

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For my prompt “Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories”
on Friday 2nd December at 8:00 am EDT.

Posted for poems written on Prompt Nights

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& Posted on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads

70 thoughts on “Cloudburst

  1. Stacie Eirich says:

    What a gorgeous piece of prose and a lovely haiku — in other words, a beautiful haibun! It felt very relevant to my experience with a warmer autumn/winter here in Louisiana, and memories of colder ones up north. You write of truth in change, and paint an ending that will linger with me a while….Thanks so much for sharing.

  2. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    I so admire how you manage to use the change of seasons without a change… there is consistency and change in a good friendship… maybe it’s more like evolution.

  3. gillena says:

    ” Life’s as similar as wavering seasons. It urges us to accept constant change that takes place and to weather both calm and storm which in turn defines existence.”

    Such wise words Sanaa, thanks for lovely thoughts crafted to haibun poem

    much love…

  4. Margaret says:

    “that seasons no matter cold or warm would cease to appeal were it not for ties and association” I agree – the memories of seasons and holidays are so wrapped up in time and place for me.

  5. Mish says:

    Stunning work, Sanaa.
    “Life’s as similar as wavering seasons. It urges us to accept constant change that takes place and to weather both calm and storm which in turn defines existence.” Wow.

  6. Brendan says:

    I savored the prose poem deeper than the haibun — that was a rivulet of memory, while the former lavished in its proper setting. The dreamlike pour of impressions took us deep into a personal house of memory. Well done.

  7. Marian says:

    Exchanging memories… new relationships. After a long time, there are other kinds of thoughts to exchange. This is really lovely, Sanaa… the haibun suits you.

  8. Magaly Guerrero says:

    Memories warm the heart, indeed… especially around the winter holidays, when we can’t help thinking about those who are no longer enjoying the season in the flesh.

    Love your haiku, particularly the last line.

  9. Khaya Ronkainen says:

    Love this poem, Sanaa, and especially the prose. It’s deep and heartwarming. And I agree with this line, “no matter cold or warm would cease to appeal were it not for ties and association.” Lovely write!

  10. Magaly Guerrero says:

    The prose is a delicious picture seeing and experienced through the speaker’s eyes. The longing is so vivid that I find myself yearning for hot cocoa (it’s cold here). And dear goodness, that haiku… is perfect! I love how the first line reminds us that the speaker might not be rolling in snow, but her spirit and bones remember what the cold is like in other places, and how the slowing of the season sings songs of spring.

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