Days seemed downcast at the onset of the year;
Draped in fog throughout the month of January.
Somehow seeds in bed conspired with the Sun
And saplings grew and burst into flowers.
Vibrant in all shades, though orange stood out
Trees gushed with just lush silk cotton blossoms
Nasturtium with round leaves covered with dew;
Dahlias and Salvias though stole the show.
Sun and buds have a primeval pact.
It's kept intact, despite fog's stubborn act.
Spring on tiptoe gently nudged it away.
At times all the seasons come in one go
Confounded my spirit is tossed in a storm.
Life goes on; we grow, who can stop its flow.
Nature pulls me out of my reverie,
Arm in arm we walk on the cobbled path.
Tiny grass flowers are peeping out of grass,
Some leaves have also taken hue of flowers.
I smile at Crotons speckled with orange.
Sky streaked amber, breeze in a fragrant wrap.
Turn around on hearing peals of laughter,
Astounded, no one is around for miles.
