Friday, September 26, 2014

At winter's end

(101)  Shiiter shesete nava pata ase

At winter's end, new leaves appear;
Old ones get shed.
Spring has come to the door
In the cadence of dance.

Prancing with plaits aplenty,
Braids get disarrayed.

At winter's end, flowerless trees
Get loaded with buds.

Expecting the snow to melt,
Every sapling peeps out with a smile.
In their nests, the birds sing Your song,
All sporting new attire.

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1 comment:

  1. Could it be that harsh winter exits only after hosting the happiest time of the year?