Sun in your face
Did it warm your soul?
Or the brazen rains, fill
Your heart with gloom.
And is it heat that
You miss the most.
Or is dread when
The cold wind blows.
March and thunder
Do they ever go along.
Rainy showers, prior
As lilacs doth sprung.
But as in rain, as is sun
For without another,
The other is none. But,
A trace of lonesome,
Weeding growth;
Or desert thorn, which
Is short of _ a loved one's
Kiss. It's petals torn &
Strewn about. Without
One, the other was not.

In Sun nor rain,
In winds of May.
In warmth nor gloom,
In audacious bloom.

May your cold hearth
Resign.

   9th March, 2020
©️Zhavaed Hamaed