But lovely it is, Seems like bliss!
Winds blowing, Leaves dancing
Soil drenching, Spring cleaning!
For distant lands, across the sands;
They seem to move, to scripted maps.
As I watch, the clouds floating,
I sit here pensively, contemplating.
Leave behind a little moisture,
In this enormous, Arabian air.
Arid and dry it’s bound to turn
And rays irked, are sure to burn.
As the winter draws to a close
Winds kicking a clamour, as it blows.
The gentle and the torrid breeze,
Bidding adieu, to the mournful trees.
6 comments:
It's got energy! You can feel the wind!
Crisp and clean like a sudden burst of showers. vaguely reminiscent of Emily Dickinsen
@intlxpatr - thanks for the comments, and yes have to pack in more....
@ thangaraj - Emily Dickinsen indeed!!! (rolling eyes) anyhow thanks for the 'kind' words! :)
Aaaaaahhhh Nice!!!!!!!!!!
I can understand, we see rain so less tht the sheer joy of seeing it brings out the poet in the self:-).
And u r tagged:-D!!!!!
@ reflections - oh thankyou so much! yes is it great climate there too??
ohhh its beginning to warm up now:-(
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