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.
Photo credits: WpNature.com
Posted for Haibun Monday @ dVerse Pub
For my prompt “Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories”
on Friday 2nd December at 8:00 am EDT.
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