Sheby Najeeb writes about her longful wait for spring in this poem.
"White" is all that I can see
With a speck of green here and there.
The crows stopped cawing
as the winds started blowing.
Without a notice, came in the flurries
All white and blurry.
All living beings stopped
to understand the drop
in the temperature that came rushing in.
The buds waiting to bloom
felt the gloom.
The morning hue said
the snow is here to stay
for a few more days.
The cycle of the season
gave me no reason
to expect the green.
The change is
surely a sight to behold
for everyone who admires mother nature.
The pollen-filled air
the blossoming pair
of flowers,
The fragrance that spread
filling your senses
the rivers that are waiting
to flow ..
The birds that are waiting to migrate -
those days are yet to come..
Spring, Where are you?
Do come soon as I'm flying away from you,
soon....
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