Spring…and a riot of colours
A nip in the air
With a glowing sun
Leaves dance
Buds bloom
And life
Renews…
The wayward vagabond
Who borrowed begged
Even from the beggar
At last gets his freedom
And meets his Light
…Spring
The ‘old faithful’
Leaves his once carefree employer
The stern elderly
To seek greener pastures
His son needs a big school
The daughter more of everything
Life needs to renew
Spring… and spring
Travel plans abandoned
The spring-herald flaming ‘palash’
In green vales
Can wait
Perhaps next year or next or even next
Or never
Does it matter really
Duty first…
Life needs be prolonged
Sustained…
Spring…unending
The love-lorn lover
Forgets his old vows
To begin afresh
With new found love
Spring…yet
And when the bereaved
Counts the hours
Awaiting dawn
To find another day added
To celebrate grief…loss…love
The reign of Spring…
Eternal…timeless
