W i n t e r G r e y

Dressed in winter grey, the fading evening slowly makes way for the still sleepy, Himalayan sun. Rising to kiss the sneaking peaks of Mt. Kanchenjunga and Mt. Kabru, the first morning rays gently open my eyelids to show the gem beside me.

He wears a thick jacket, buried under our comforting, shared blanket. His arms wrapped on mine. His heartbeat with his rhythmic breaths create my early love song. My heart, listens, sighs, smiles.

Two frozen peaks wait
outside the grey-painted room,
he wears summer’s warmth.

02.20.2018
©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

In response to dVerse The beauty and the misery of grey – Haibun Monday
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34 thoughts on “W i n t e r G r e y

  1. “His heartbeat with his rhythmic breaths create my early love song. My heart, listens, sighs, smiles”. This just painted a beautiful picture of the Kanchenjunga massif and the two hearts beating beneath it several thousand feet below. My goodness. Your poetry, your writing, is improving with each passing day. You write from the heart and the soul. And I am sure your life experiences are in sync with your writing prowess. God is blessing you (Btw, most gems aren’t elusive nor expensive. It honestly depends on the person to see its worth. A person has to themselves be a gem in order to recognize another gem)

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  2. Such a beautiful poetic capture of coming awake, snug in the arms of love. Nearly 30 years have passed since I’ve had that luxury, but I remember it still.

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