Wishes upon seasons
A walk down Vltava again,
my beloved, grant me that.
Clutching your arm, I’ll keep step, and you
deliberately slow your pace. I chatter,
effusively as I usually do,
fighting my urge to let silence
goad you into words. We’ll let
the heady fragrance of linden swirl
in large swishes around our faces. You’d
just tip my jaw ever so slight, to brush a quick
kiss of summer,
Lips fly past, never really
meeting like the wings of bees, almost
never seen, yet faintly buzzing.
I’d breathe in the cool
of the breeze down the Charles bridge and sigh as you
pluck off a low hanging spray of blossoms. We’d
quicken our steps to the nearby
reštaurácia, and heady still, down our
šljivovica, strong as the sun ripened plums. Is this the right season?
Take me to the orchards, my beloved, and
under the apple blossoms, where the clematis
vines clamor up its delicate trunk,
waiting its turn to flower.
I’d pick all the
xoxo…blowing into the wind.
Take spring strides, love,
treading gently, gently, for the
Zenia are just sprouting, waiting for summer.
Sangita Kalarickal, a poet and writer, has been wordsmithing and honing her craft in the forms of poetry and fiction for several years. These days, Sangita spends much of her free time sharpening skills in haikai forms. Her fiction, free verse poetry and haikai work has been published in several magazines, and anthologies. A physicist, she utilizes her left brain at her day job in technology. Dr. Kalarickal lives in Minnesota, USA with her husband, kid, and her garden which she shares with wildlife, sometimes happily.