The Rain Streaked Window,
Is Chilled From The Damp Spring Air,
The World Outside--Grey

                        The Pavement Is Soaked,
                 Blackened It Smells Of The Rain,
                  The Leaves Had Turned Green

                                                   Flowers Sip Cautious,
                                   Drinking The Water Of Spring,
                                    Quenching The World's Thirst

The Crisp Morning Dew,
Perches Upon My Pale Lips,
As I Smile Sweet

                     The Day Is A Ripe Green,
                 The Sky The Richest Of Blues,
                       As The Birds Fly Free

                                           The Tulips Have Bloomed,
                          And The Leaves Have Been Reborn,
                                                    The World Flourishes

The seasons are changing once again, The sun is back out but how long will it last, it will hide behind the clouds soon enough, coming out to blind us all, we don't get to see it or feel it very often, it is such a burden.

I'll meet you at dusk then,
where the memories fall in autumn...

blanket of snow
             silences all
     save drip
                of icicle growing

Dad woke us up in sheer excitement
Brought our attention to the window...
Listen he said, “to the sound of the wind”,
“The wind is blowing in the same bare place”
Look! he said...its snowing...

Beautiful white pearls.. “look outside”.
my brother shouted with joy!!
Snow! Snow! The snowflakes are falling from the sky...
Winter! Snow time!! We hugged and danced in the freezing night..

We boys ran down to the lawn..
Carpeted with satin smooth snow..
Lets do it bro.. a snowman just right here..

Do not to think of any misery
Of the piercing cold wind...
That bites the skin ...
Violent cold of winter that eats our flesh and bones..
Did we care?

In a few hours or so..
There stood our snowman..
We both laughed while we shivered..
Funny looking SNOWMAN...
scattered about the ground,
in the white landscape,
wet and cold and waiting
This FUNNY Snowman we remember the most...

In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!

Spring is here once again
The same colorful flowers
Blooming once more...
Remember that daffodil's bush?
Used to hide there every time we quarreled
and the last time we did... it was bad
You threw away the  roses I pluck from this garden
Ever since that last spring season,
Spring is numb, deaf, mute season for me..
You Took away your happy smile with you
So mad... so angry at me,
The picture of your smiling face
I save vividly in my memory
But this is spring time again...
and I miss that smile I love so much
your special spring's smile, I adore
will last for many seasons to come..
Come back please...
I 'll wait for the spring's smile
every spring time, every year...

Everything I see is white
My rooftop is white
My lawn is white
The backyard is white
My garden is white
The snowman is white
The field nearby is silky white
Standing outside the house ,
what a cold breeze..
Countless  snowflakes falling on my head
turned me to snow white...