it is a morning call
being the crows call
reluctant to wake up
go further down in a step
a snort and a snore loud
could be heard with a sound
the daily chores are 
so
as the rest come in a row.
Come winter the snow sweeps
whisks through the breeze
the summer heralds a show
as activities go in a flow
the fall is wonderful
with colour changes in full
come spring with its glory
reminiscent of the hoary.
The advent of spring in a bloom
dispels the long set gloom
the flowers break out in a blossom
like to hold them to the bosom
the trees bear fruits small and big
all but with no exception of a fig
the birds tweet and chirp with such melody
as they sit up and sing with rhapsody.
The lovely season of all
spring beckons a great call
the yellow tinge spreads all through
lightens up the valley with concepts true
the golden sunlight that passes in a flood
cheers up the face with a new blood
it is an all round celebration sumptuous
release an exaltation not dubious
What a beauty to see the white fluffy flakes!
Meenas Poems 