Spring of 2016

The spring departed; without bidding adieu

In a pale mood, I glance upwards.

Engulfed by clouds, the sky is in deep slumber.

Pouring rains and withering winds

Cage the summer; clipping its wings.

The caged bird, humming songs of warmth,

To spread some rays of hope; here and there.

As it stretch its wings slowly through the cage,

Cloudy shades start fading on the sky canvas,

Which is brushed with the golden hues of Sun.

As the summer trumpet its presence, I smile.

(7th June 2016, Paris)