Seasons Poem by ritty patnaik

in the season of summer,
synonymous,
sun baked soil
sweltering heat,
twitter of birds
with parched throats.
dust storms, and power cuts,
and me waiting,
patiently, impatiently, longing
for a wisp of cool breeze
to wash away
the dullness of summer.

rain
stealthily, noiselessly walks in
like a thief,
the morning air,
so powerfully fragrant,
with the heat of earth,
merging with rain water,
giving a unknown aroma,
of natures bliss.
one thinks, summer has never been.
it rains, it pours,
as i feel the healing, inside me.

autmn, crazy autmn!
breezy, windy,
my heart lights up to greet
the first winter morning.

welcome to my heart,
and home,
the sweet scented flowers of spring!