Longing for Monsoon

The earth parched thirsty, desert sand blazing hot, waiting for those first clouds to make an appearance and pour down the nectar of life; every worm, every insect, animal, bird, aching for those drops to wash their body off, taking away the layers of mud and grime, they have coated themselves in, hiding away from the ball of fire, resting up above amid the blue expanse, still devoid of the white and grey monsoon shades, they long for. 

earth’s mouth open up

waiting long for single drop

gazing up above

*The haibun is written in response of Ligo Haibun Challenge.

Gion Festival Haiku

giggling girls swirling

yukata adorning them

paper fans in hands

~

gulping down the sweets

sumo-wrestler in Kyoto

the Gion is in flow

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opened entryways

displayed family heirlooms

take a glance and leave

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single stroke needed

slashing the rope of desires

begins matsuri

*Written in response of Carpe Diem # 230.