Winters now
Rolling up
Their sleeves
Time again
For springing
Green Leaves
Days seem longer
Warmer too.
Evenings do Bring
Some
Cold times clues
Flower beds
Bunches of reds
Colours and hues
blue, pink are back
Dreary grey
Of winter Rays
Soon giving way
To golden array
Chirping songs
The chorus is on
Baby birds
On branches
Do throng
Emerald of fronds
To skyline belong
Just Too many days
Of dried up old cones
Fragrance of youth
Winning
all forces brute
Ecstatic smiles
Touching
solemn, puerile
Spring time is here
No feelings
To compare
Softness of grass
I feel in soles bare
I walk around
In wilderness
Up towns
Catching breeze
In my hair
Love is here
To be found
Nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spring the catalyst for rebirth, Bestows nature's love upon this earth. Abide with nature's love and rule, He that rejects is but a fool. Nice one Nalini. A little less melancholy, I like it. I believe nature has the answer to all our problems, if only