Morning chill clutches me
despite the sun’s golden glow
purple hues don’t melt.
seasons change, young leaves flutter
I still wait at the window
***
bleeding bit by bit
a cracked heart treasures moments
of joyous summer
that would never come again
smoky clouds echo my thoughts.
***
fragrant breeze billows
fallen petals prophesize
smothering summer.
a thousand poems won’t soothe
incisive ache of my heart.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry.
The kigo words: clouds, young leaves, fragrant breeze.
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