The Pale Yellow Florets

While  opening  the entrance door
early in the morning,
when the sun appears on the horizon
with the sky  pale and grey
I smell something unusual.

I go down the patio
notice wetness in the ground..
Rains after a month and half,
I dance around in glee.

The pale yellow florets
of the old Neem tree
lie large on the floor.
Like a  bed of fluffy cotton
fear trampling on them.

Could experience a tangy,
sour and intense fragrance.
An aroma impregnates the air.

An experience of the senses.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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