Fresh as melting ice

Waking up early in monsoon time Dhaka to go out into the hot humid day before it becomes so steamy that walking or jogging is out of the question, I think of my family, already in Denmark for the summer holiday, and look forward to the early morning runs in lovely Amtoft.

Fresh as melting Ice

Fresh as melting ice on morning skin

Leaves trembling in slanting light

Foliage bashful quivering

A drop pauses on a leaf tip, breaths in and falls

Reflecting green atmospheres

 

Fresh as ice across bare skin

Damp wind plays in shrubbery

Wild flowers nod on empty roadside

Crisp crunching of glistening pebbles

Spherical from passing centuries

 

Fresh as thawing ice on waking skin  

Puddles shivering quiet

Rippling reflections of a tiny world

Silence wetly satiated

Fresh as melting ice on tender skin

 

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