Leaves are falling
in a state of green
as they gyrate
to the song of a birdie
that I had seen,
12 months back.

Could it be Spring,
a play of colors,
shades and tints?
In a land, leaking green,
where leaves tend to wink
while settling in a new routine.

All the hues, feather & due
merged into an orange,
petal in front of me.
that was too keen
to go back into it's reality.
Outside the Window,
a world of dreams
nature's glow
that can't be seen
while you face a screen
buried in a chair
wonder where
it 'Smells like Spring'.