A brisk morning walk; a morning that’s slowly peeping
through her misty blanket, reluctant and shy, and the long range of hills lying
like she is so detached from the world around her---an occupied world---and she
is looking up to the sky, a sky so full of secrets, hidden behind her clouds. A cool
breeze brushed me all over, sending a cold wave throughout, reminding me of egoistic aloofness that eats love. My shawl, warm and covering; the brisk walking and the movement, I am warm. The hills, she lies like a saint who knows all the secrets and yet smiles ardently!
Rays of sun peeping
My heart beats buoyantly, ever
Winter hatches seeds
interesting
ReplyDeleteLove thinking about what secrets the sky might have!
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A different approach altogether. Such freedom here.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the walk with you with the warm shawl ~ It must be a lovely weather where you are right now ~
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining us Sreeja ~ Hope you are well ~
Those early morning walks--the briskness, the chill, the alertness with which you capture the details...the source of so much inspirations! Google won't let me comment unless I use my defunct Google account.
ReplyDeleteI love the personification of the morning. The shy yet confident girl making us aware what we should be grateful of. Lovely
ReplyDeleteYou paint an enticing picture. Maybe I'll go for an early walk tomorrow ... in my case, before the day gets too hot.
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