Monday, February 06, 2006

10 verses avant Basant     [quasi-haiku]

spring seems this morning
more tenuous than rumor
vague   a mere inkling

  gray skies in daylight
  coldness throughout night's coma
  vernal faith runs thin

    somebody noticed
    small green shoots of day-lilies!
    basant you rascal

ten million years!
you've come here often enough
I sit dubious

  why not one letter?
  a few received your flowers
  basant forgets me

    you stumble around
    knowing how much we love you
    sleeping far too late

your winter absence
seemed a thing to tolerate
impatience blooms here

  if I speak to you
  in this cold february
  -- okay! forget it!

    basant (now too shy
    to just rumble into town)
    sends a few feelers

how the twigs listen!
all the trees grow attentive
-- everything looks still

avant Basant : in advance of springtime


Blogger ~River~ said...

Oh, spring's here already?!

Seriously, tho', rather good. I always say: Too difficult to write new things about the seasons; but no harm trying! :)

Wed Feb 08, 06:54:00 AM PST  
Blogger david raphael israel said...

ah but River, the verses are [in a show of trilingualist chutzpah, considering I know neither French nor Hindi] avant [french: in advance of] Basant [hindi: springtime; personified in the verses]. If one can't write new things about the seasons, perhaps one can't write new things about anything! But seriously I'm growing weary of the winter; so thoughts turn springward (even if with some rue at distances yet to be covered).

Wed Feb 08, 08:12:00 AM PST  

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