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Her Seasons
Her Seasons
She was an embodiment of Spring
On a bright beautiful day.
Breathing life into verdant leaves
Filling the fresh air with a sweet fragrance.
Tender flowers and twigs of hope bloom
On a crispy white page.
On days she chose her Summer soul
She was the dazzling sun of a warm morning
Illuminating the dark corners of my mind.
Sometimes she scorched like the midday heat
Enraged, ready to set a forest on fire.
Burning through my skin, as I perspired
Under her waves of heat and drought.
On certain days, she was of a golden hue,
Gloriously fascinating
Cool and crisp like Autumn air.
Shedding her layers piece by piece
Mature and ripe like autumn leaves
Leaving the tree, waving a graceful goodbye.
She looms large, an ominous dark cloud
Like the pregnant nib t
hat withholds
From a parched paper, pristine and white
A sense of calm before the storm
And then she pours like a torrential rain
On a wet Monsoon day
A devastation of opinions and options
Clouding emotions filling up the pages
On cold Wintry Mornings
She was a frosty white
Cold and distant, senses numbed
Hiding beneath her cold feet
A whole new story, a free verse, a rhyme
While my warm heart patiently waited with faith
For her beauty to spring out, and unfold
I have learnt to enjoy her different moods
Swings and lessons that do not follow a pattern
Unlike the Earth bound to its tilt and axis.
Her whims and fancies are her compass
Her seasonal spells, non-linear, overlapping
Flowing, growing, fading, starting fresh
Or retreating back into herself, unfinis…
