And when the winter shivers are gone,
Do fields of flowers bloom in glee,
While the rich birds begin their call,
With a soothing melody.
Finally filling the iron-grey sky,
The sun manages to finds its light,
A warm breeze to fill the atmosphere,
And enlighten the warm, starry nights.
The powdered glimmering sand that lay,
Lazily by the ocean shore,
Like miracles painted on crisp parchment,
The waves slaughtered coming back for more.
The greens, the pinks, the yellows, the blues,
That blend together like angels tears,
And through the delight of the days of spring,
Does the carefree summer start to near...
By Shama Deshpande
2/4/20
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