Rainy sky looks almost drained,
No more tears to drop
Thunder looking dark faced sore,
Ponders over roars
Slipping out in silent haste,
Moody clouds depart
Brooding over sun titters
Dares to look out not
Wet leaves send out water sighs,
Long time they held on
Droop down yawning aging trees
Young birds watch out close
Bitter words heard, uttered harsh?
Wear a face disguised!
Sport a cheeky brought out smile-
Won’t last wintry days
Warming season- spring, a song-
Life could indeed face
~Kesav Venkat Easwaran~
December-6- 2011
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/droobie6/3591133426/
Finely crafted.