Seasons Of Passion Poem by Jaya Panickar

February's wild passions often bloom
As snowdrops up from icy frost
Tender buds of that love pristine
Dance selfless with rough March winds.


April showers nourish the new twigs
They find new heights, most enticing
The hands of time are oft forgotten
Bewitching is that aura of tender love

Colorful while those thoughts precious
Blooming in all its grand splendor
In the warmth of May, fill the woods
With fragrance that lasts a whole season

Soaring with June's rain bearing clouds
It reaches heavenly planes above
Then the showers of divine resolve
Melts its self and love seeps into soul.


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