Indian Seasons

Poem By nisha dyrene

Summer comes
in a blaze of heat
with sunny smiles
and dusty feet

Then seasons change
to muddy roads
monsoons and mangoes
leapfrogs and toads

Spring is pretty
but short and sweet
when you can smell the grass
from your garden seat

Autumn is English
in red, yellow and brown
Autumn is Indian
whenever leaves fall down

Comments about Indian Seasons

There is no comment submitted by members.


Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of DYRENE

Butterfly Kisses

When a soft breeze
blows gently across my skin
I think of you
and remember

From Me To You

You are my always friend
You see beauty where I see scars
You hold on to me
Like I’m something precious

On The Flipside

When love goes bad
It leaves a bitter acid in your mouth
That begins to eat away at your insides
Hollowing you out

Bingo Review

All the world is a stage
And all the men and women are mere players
We all have our goings out and our coming ins

What You Mean To Me

Friend, lover
and the funny guy
who can always
make me laugh

Heartbreak

Broken promises
Full of empty words
Unkept vows
That cut like swords