Seema Aarella - ! ! ! ...SEASON’S DRIFT...

What in mind did winter think?
When coating whiteness on their pink
Covering gardens and roses beneath
Cloaking beauty with its icy sheath

The sleeping splendour ruffled her veil
Sprang out in glory, over dead hail
Glint and glamour blended, that miss,
Blushed softly at her lover’s kiss.

Did the summer sulk in remorse?
While scorching spring’s green course.
Drained saps and twitched the sprout,
Earth but stomached sun’s hard clout.

Brooding deeply, helpless she stood
Raising her bare divested hood
Doleful autumn’s inherent grief
Doubled with every detaching leaf.

Seema Aarella

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