The Spring In My Lot Poem by Savita Tyagi

The Spring In My Lot

Spring is in air again.
Miles and miles of daffodils aren't visible from where I live
Yet the beauty of few yellow flowers in my garden
Needs no other accessory.
The sweet fragrance of few blue Hyacinths
Is enough to fill the nostrils.

Cherry blossoms are in farthest land.
Aromatic mango blossom and flaming Tesu
Is in vintage of memory.
Here Bradford bursting with white flowers
Blows the trumpet for spring's arrival.

Cold and howling winds of winter
Disappeared into soft intoxicating breeze of silvery night.
From celestial sphere the crescent moon with shining Venus
And bright Phaethon with its moon rings
Invoke passion and desire in young hearts.

In the secrecy of night
Moon bestows
Its gift of love upon the bosom of its earth bride.
The grace is revealed
With morning dew and mist
Seeping from the gutter.

Love is in the air
Flying on wings of butterfly.
In the tapping of woodpecker.
In the rustling of wind.

The tweeting birds, the faint rings of wind chimes
The clamor of traffic at distance
All create a rhythmic music to greet the spring.
I lose myself in the melodious serenade
Like a Sufi Dervish whirling in communion with divine.

Spring enchants the world with its transient beauty.
With all its vivacity and all its tumults
It is like heart of a youth-
Whimsical, passionate, gleeful and trenchant.

Spring! Your joy and ecstasy knows no bounds for me.
Your vernal gift touches my vertex
Adrenaline rushes in pores
Like snow melting from mountain
Rushes into rivers and stream.