I So Loved Spring

I don’t see evenings anymore.

The sighting of the crescent amiss.

Arms are not stretched to welcome.

The Stars twinkling in the sky.

The Sunsets somewhere on the horizon.

The western sky – a perfect canvas for a painter.

Colours of blue, purple, red and yellow splashed.

Birds flying back home in patterns unchanged.

The Poplar trees must be swinging somewhere.

The fragrance of flowers untouched.

The laughter and fun not to be heard nor seen.

Spring will not mesmerise anymore.

Few numbers - my destiny now.

I don’t see evenings anymore!