April full moon cheered
as we stepped out to revel
in the glory of
gossamer rays that lured us
sorrow shrouds the moonlight now.
***
Covered by dark clouds,
the moon seems joyless like me
A sacred kinship,
a unique childhood connect
of glum understanding.
***
April showers breathe
a new life into morning
the velvety wind,
the fragrance of azalea
and wisteria‘s wild waltz.
***
A walk in the woods
breathing damp and steamy air
Nostalgic moments
mingle in the maelstrom of
emotional engulfer.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
The kigo words I used have been highlighted.
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