Broken wings; the butterfly cried,
The spring has forsaken her.
Soft, powdered snow clings to the earth,
Far away is yet the golden chariot of summer.
A solitary Robin waits everyday, for the day,
Its song shall echo in the valley of flowers.
Naked, expectant tender stems, bear the long pains
For the moments they shall deliver the joy.
Hark! The cuckoo has broken her silence,
A breeze of melody fills every breath with music.
Mango trees laden with humming honey bees,
The sonnets of the season sound so sweet !
Dreamy days are filled with heavenly stupor
And the warm nights heady with aroma; of wild green apples!
The halcyon has finally descended on earth,
Her raiment of white all draped in the silken rainbow.
A game of warmth and aromas; world whirls and swirls,
Another wink of time and the circle of life rotates once more.
The butterfly? Her wings are all jewels now…..
Gunjan (25/12/09)
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