Leaves flicker hastily on a rhythm
as the cold wind blows
huge gray clouds barges the sun
the filtered light fills the afternoon
wind comes with a whizzing sound
and the trees tremble resembling the sound of waves
while the wind meets them in their lush spot
clouds and sun not bored
of their “wipe shade and pour light” game
sometimes the light stays for a little long
a comforting warmness seeps in to the skin
while the wind is still cold
now the clouds take turn and traps the sun for a little longer
the shade prevails,
and suddenly the shade leaves like a shrinking ocean
as we yearn for the moment to stay longer
with the pain in eyes as they go
tall trees, leaves sinter
as the cold wind rolls
squeaks of a bird as the sunlight sinks
in their cold feathers
a cry of soothing joy
more yellow flowers
out of the mown grass
spring stumbles in to summer
as simply as that,
with the blossoms still strewn to the ground
godly nature weaving yet another magic
in sun,clouds,trees and wind.
THE BACKYARD NEST 