Thursday, 31 March 2016

[Poem] April Showers


April brings in showers and a wanton breeze
Halting the cold from bidding an early retreat
Watering the earth to release its treasure
So eyes and hearts feel insane pleasure.

Did a cosmic botanist with capital skill
Design and shape them at will
Tracing each bloom with a feathery quill
Emptying canisters of colour, in timeless refill?

Did he with his bare hands mould
Working with pipettes and burettes of gold
Dabbing, dripping mixing, freeing
A drop, a tinge, a splash, a spray,     
Unleashing a springtime sight so gay.
The earth is awash with a befuddled array-
Pert Petunias in red, purple, white, pink,
Wild chamomile that dance in the wind
Lush lavenders do  bob their heads in every trail
Orange marigolds heighten the Amber sun
Faint incense of Frangipani dulls the sense
While the moon flower trumpets its scent upon the night air
Pathways carpeted with purple yarrow
So we may sing and dance and play as if there is no tomorrow.


  1. Beautiful! Could smell the firangipani!

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  3. Wow! So lyrical. Reading aloud sounds like a music. Sheer brilliance.

  4. Kalyana Krishnan1 April 2016 at 21:52

    Wow! So beautiful!

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