what is winter?
bunch of snowflakes whirling in the sky
dew, fog and snow
embedding trees all naked
knitted attires giggling in bodies of human
songbirds fondling with their rhythms
snowman clutching that old carrot as a nose
and mr. santa concealing gifts
beneath his clothes.
what is spring?
an ocean of foliage waiting in soil
zephyrs crowded with fragrances of flowers
butterflies grabbing nectars so sweet
while sun whispers let me slowly rise
old earth reproduces another infant
with new veggies to churn out.
what is summer?
yawns the cerulean sky with a bold blaze
fruits brushing our lips with warmth
bees fabricating honey
of love and affection
of joyous and merry
while crickets and grasshoppers
embracing guitars and violins with their
tiny little tips of finger.
what is monsoon?
petrichor all it carries
for people with artistry
transparent mizzle pearly white
fuming typhoon, hurricane and gales
and seven varied hues of bars hanging
in blue and grey sky.
what is autumn?
altering tints of natural artefacts
scars and wounds
scripted in leaves all dead
a clear evening sky lies there
hiding memories of green leaves that left
and howls the mother nature
as she unlatches her clothes and wears
another covering of beautiful thoughts.