What once was whispered to spring ushered its bloom

I sip comfort in the early hours of morning as rays highlight the blush suffusing my skin. Below the sights and sounds of traffic sound vaguely as though a murmur through the door; as I indulge in conversation and Kashmiri tea garnished with crushed nuts and a hint of salt with cardamom. If eyes are the antechamber to the soul then lips are no less, the deep curve of his makes the world around me spin with a smile that brings to mind a thousand memories; each of which offers joy of being alive and just a bit more humane.

Cassia trees sway in Spring,
a wave of gold spreads
as the wind sings your name.

 

Photo credits: @titomerello Instagram

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

22 Responses

  1. Lovely … especially the haiku.

  2. Ellecee says:

    Love this, the picture you paint is so gentle and filled with contentment, or so it seems to me 🙂

  3. Kerry says:

    This is just so beautiful. The placing of the word ‘humane’ reminds me of all that is good and worthy in this world.

  4. Beautiful! Even your titles are works of art.

  5. The Real Cie says:

    A beautiful piece enhanced by a beautiful image.

  6. Firstly, the haiku is beautiful. I like the placing of the word “humane” reminding me of all that is good and true in this world. A beautiful haibun. Thank you for writing to my prompt.

  7. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    I really love the way you describe the process of drinking tea which to me bridges so naturally into the lips and the connection of a true conversation.

  8. The haiku pulled a sigh out of me, and it did it so gently. The whispering of his name… is just perfect.

  9. This is gorgeous, and yes, the haiku is beautiful.

  10. Margaret says:

    the deep curve (of his lips) sigh

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