April Mornings

And just like that, it’s April again. And with it the Great Indian Summer has arrived.

It has become something of a tradition for me now, to indulge in poetry for the soul when March comes to a halt and the sun flares up overhead.

This time though, no more the exquisite structures for me, or inflexible rules. I have decided to simply go with flow, although I do hope to stick to the theme of ‘Summer’, and my inspiration for Day 1 comes from the early morning hours of April, when the air has cooled just a tiny bit, and bird chatter wakes me up.

So here’s a haiku… My three lines and seventeen syllables.

Mango-scented breeze
Carries cuckoo’s song of love
Piercing enigma

This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z 2022.

I would love to hear your thoughts about the haiku.