Saturday, January 24, 2015

Suspirations of spring

Fifth day of spring. Yellow turbans of mustard swaying in the fields. Yellow from the wardrobes to yellow on the platter. The warmth is engulfing and enveloping. Hymns float. Devotions, festivities and fervor abound. The spell of winter is broken. The ambers of the hearth have melted the heart of the skies. And so we celebrate. Fasting and feasting. Praying and playing. Singing and dancing. We hail the onset of warmer days with vasant raag and kites. The yellow rebellion defeats the winters and the joys reach out to the blues yonder. Thousand winters die. Heart full of spring lives.

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