Early Spring Poem by Ajit Das

Winter lies buried in snow elsewhere.
Here it's losing the early bite,
warming up to golden sunshine.
The misty fog thins out,
removing its blanket from the foliage.
The air feels crispy, bracing.
Trees are coming into leaves;
buds have started blooming
with splashes of colour dotted around.
Birds chirp from their perches,
stirring the dreary landscape
out of its deep, wintry slumber.
The spring is round the corner:
the harbinger of robust rebirth.