Memories On Branches

Time the tree, seasons its branches, Subtle buds shoot up in no time, green leaves, Rainbow of colorful florals , birds chirping is spring, Butterflies dance, bees' delight is nectar, Year after year, for decades and centuries, Memories flourish! Morning rises to noon, so do our temptations, aversions and greeds flood in nick of time, Sunshine soothens, then goes harsh and pricks, Peak Summer ticks gentle spring like a crab, Takes the pulse of, heyday of human life, Memories wingless clouds! A blindman's holiday, has to be autumn, Lost in time storm , life fleets and cheats, Languished heads, roses wither on stalks, Flurring raindrops drift on the window glass, Dew on tip of pine needles tickles and on grass, Memories a graveyard shift ! Like a heavy snowfall in a dark cave, Between dog and wolf we always stay, Branches bent heavy of fruits or of snow, Light consumed by darkness, days by months, months by years, time moves as an arrow, Memories at zero hour !!