Summer rains, monsoon weeps
Autumn falls, winter sleeps
Spring uncoils, february leaps
Peach and apricot branches curl
Strawberry and cream ribbons swirl
Cherry and wine laces twirl
A halo shoots
While sipping cordial through flutes
’tis the season of passion-filled fruits
Cupid’s bow strikes at fourteen past two
The skies are dipped in tiffany blue
Coral turns aural with floral in queue
Tulips glow in full bloom
Gloom slowly meets its doom
Love begins to crowd the room
~Poem 38
