Dec 19, 2010


My contribution to Sunday Scribblings - #246

foggy winter mornings,
distant rhythmic hymns
early morning routine
clear objectives at hand

purple and pink flowers
plucked fresh from December bushes
strung in a crisp, white thread
a symmetric, neat garland

a notebook filled with designs
translated into distinct shapes
frontyard neatly decked
adding life to different colours

praise the devotee
one poetic verse everyday,
offer sacred leaves
bless us, Oh Lord Krishna!

longing for the last month
the fragrance, the colours,
the music, the memories
vividly etched for years

P.S - #1 In India, we have a flower named December. These flowers blossom only during this specific month every year.
P.S - #2 December is also special to worshippers of the Hindu Deity, Lord Krishna and his devotee, AndaaL.


Jae Rose said...

Beautiful piece - you captured something universal..Jae

gautami tripathy said...

I did not know December is a flower!


dead woman and her stillness in a cold december morning

Greta said...

I enjoyed your perspective on December. Unique!

Other Mary said...

Lovely, and so very different from my experience of December.

Lilibeth said...

I should love to see that flower.

vasanth said...

short and simple poem , just like your december flower i think

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