Quiet Comes Spring On Toes, Quiet Goes

Said diaries, said Google and Bing: Rejoice, today’s the day of spring, But city was in doubt, Paved roads, not a green sprout, Soilless bare, it can show nothing. The streets’ tarred or cemented lands Much like the desert’s parched up sands, No blade of grass peeped out, Spring failed to show its clout, Sun cane and went as ever wends. The glazed glass windows were all shut, All of Nature outside to cut, City folks oft as are, Nature was left too far, No one had any a clue, but When someone asked potted flowers: O did ye hear the day’s rumours? Flowers of paper made Naught had heard nor yet said, And quiet left Spring in reverse. _______________________________ Happenings |26.01.2023| Rhyme, spring Poet’s note: Two days back arrival of Spring (locally known as Vasanta Panchami) was announced by the Moon calendar. Spring, but there remained wintry chill. To make it worse there was an unseasonal shower and Sun hardly showed from behind clouds. Whispers were heard on Global Warming, that seasons have gone haywire, and all… Anyway, in cities seasons mean very little, and people come to know of them only because of calendars.