Here in the outskirts of a desert, the rain slowly dripped to its last drops. The puddles lingered a little longer in the clay soil as if the earth wanted that moist touch and was reluctant to let go of the monsoon. The peacocks called in the morning, in chorus, to say adieu to the rain for a while. Sun is back with a bright face, making the flowing Narmada its mirror, I wonder what it will be reflecting upon? I walked on the uneven footpath; the roads were getting busy with vehicles.
A cuckoo called
Melodiously, alone in the branch
Nice one. Luv the letting go of September like the end of one day to continue in another
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Beautifully written Sreeja, with deep awareness of all the subtle changes around you and the curiosity they awaken. Thank you so much for sharing _()_
ReplyDeleteFelt the waking up to a September sun after the rain: the haiku's so beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed all the details of fading September as you absorbed the small details. The inquiry of the sun's reflections was a nice touch.
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