Livewire (#NaPoWriMo) (✔)

6. seasons

Fuschia adorns those changing skies
bringing in a cheerful spring so naive,
with little lady bugs and butterflies
these fresh petals seem to come alive.

Shimmery petals sway to nature's tunes
chrome filled delights reflect my moods,
like the glowing sun that hits those dunes
this flower seems to soak in summers too.

Greyscale clouds and sombre views
mark the reflections of droplets a few,
with thunder bolts and transparent dews
monsoon arrives all fresh and new.

Ochre leaves and lush green blades
often bid adieu as they drift away,
they fall delicately as comrades
for autumn works in stranger ways.

Amidst the prussian dark nights
lay those dead broken leaves,
carelessly placed left to right
nature and winter calmly grieve.

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️©️ Sonakshi
06/04/2020

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P.S this poem is based on the following photographs that I clicked for an assignment.