Crushed leaves and grass
tasty tangy smells of summer
Trees are full and plush
Fruits are succulent and ripe
The Gulmohar bright and proud
sways in the brisk warm breeze.
Lazy silent afternoons are intoxicating;
Balmy winds refresh the evening walkers
Thirsty birds skip from branch to branch
looking for water troughs.
fearless rowdy boys are at play
the sun doesn’t dampen their playful spirits.
As the dusk falls in
the timid ones venture out.
I know the rains are round the corner
the brisk winds will soon be moist
I take a deep breath and try to drink the summer. |
