Let Spring Come in Reality


Winter hasn’t yet gone


It is desperate and stubborn


And it is hovering on


It gulps all colors


to make snow so white


It sheds the leaves on trees


to paint nature sad and dry


I am not against winter


It has its deciduous charm


cold, barren and abstract


I await spring to come, in reality


Tulips burst into colors


Faunas will breathe in dew


Robins nest on bushes


And floras will flourish in hue




I gaze through the window


And view spring blur


It sings and dances


at a distance on spurs


My backyard, plants


and shrubs I need to clean


to nourish the aura


for spring to thrive and seed


So I gesture winter to leave.


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