04-17-2013, 06:11 PM
Spring
The earth is akin to 'Benjamin Button',
phoenix awakened in all that was dead.
Sweeping meadows and valleys alike
the magic of growing things is spread.
Earth's canvas is no more blanched
it's been sprayed with umpteen shades.
Imploring arms of the trees are now
blessed, bejeweled are their braids.
Emerald, purple, indigo and yellow,
Orange, fuchsia, lavender and red,
confetti lying on a vast green spread,
Glittering crystals or flowers' bed.
The mango blossom's sweet beckoning,
cooing cuckoos in shady groves.
Afternoons have turned nostalgic,
all the fun in hidden alcoves.
Deciphering unknown constellations,
lying on the roof together,
cool breeze touches my cheeks
with her palms of soft gossamer.
The earth is akin to 'Benjamin Button',
phoenix awakened in all that was dead.
Sweeping meadows and valleys alike
the magic of growing things is spread.
Earth's canvas is no more blanched
it's been sprayed with umpteen shades.
Imploring arms of the trees are now
blessed, bejeweled are their braids.
Emerald, purple, indigo and yellow,
Orange, fuchsia, lavender and red,
confetti lying on a vast green spread,
Glittering crystals or flowers' bed.
The mango blossom's sweet beckoning,
cooing cuckoos in shady groves.
Afternoons have turned nostalgic,
all the fun in hidden alcoves.
Deciphering unknown constellations,
lying on the roof together,
cool breeze touches my cheeks
with her palms of soft gossamer.
~Neena