Moist weather,
Wet grounds.
Clouds gathering,
With lighting sounds.
Overcast day,
With a packed atmosphere.
The Rainfalls,
Purifying the Tellus.
Gray Skies,
with roaring thunder,
Vivifying drops,
drenching Nature.
Water pearls splattering the land,
Vitalizing implanted grain.
When the downpour ceases,
Calming the ambience.
Peaking through the Nimbus,
enter the radiant rays.
It's monsoon for others,
But it's The U Season for me....
Just like the monsoon,
You are strong but sweet.
You fall, but you are not weak.
Your tears drop with mine.
Your rainbow shines with me.
There are hails, there are drizzles.
There are storms, there are gale
But you are still the same.
Just like monsoon,
You are reticent yet honest.Silent but not taciturn.
You water my thoughts.
wash away my fears.
You are my seven colour's
You are my petrichor
For me, It's the U season...
Warm Greens,
Dry but with a faint beat.
Scarlet maple leaves.
Dead yet felt.
Early morning,
Soft sunlight.
Singing birds.Blustering through my hair,
I felt you through the air.
Golden yellow,
Orangey Red,
Paints the skies,
Like Canvas.
Known as Aurora season,
Turn sweat into freeze.
Shows beauty in death.
A new beginning in the end.
It is Autumn season for others,
But it's the U season for me.
Just like Autumn,
You are bright and fresh.
Genesis is yet complete.
You bring change,
You show time.
Yet you are timeless.
You are the setting sun,
Sentimental yet surreal.
Gone but your reflection's still here.
Just like Autumn,
You are the mysteries of the night.
Dark but Ethereal,
Black but Glorious.
For me, It's The U season.
Clear skies,
Late sunrise.
Shorter days,
Longer nights.
Morning mist,
With shimmering leaves.
Hazed sights,
With a coffee beside.
It's the season of self-healing.
Sleeping earth
Mother resting.
Covered in a white blanket.
Veiled sol,
With freezing temperatures.
Stopping the flow of water streams.
It's winter for them.
But it's the U season for me.
Just like winter,
You're like clear blue skies.
Magnificent and infinite
You engulf me,
Like winter smog.
Consuming my brain.
Making me go numb.
Just like winter.
You are the secret,
hidden in brume.
Pretty like snow,
Hard like crystals.
and Fun like easter.
For me, it's the U season...
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The U Season
PoetryThis poem talks about how some people you love can change your perspective of nature and seasons. Throughout the years, we have read and heard many poets and singers romanticize the seasons. They described love through it and personified the season...
