How spring comes

 

Gathering their frosty fingers, the cold gales retreat

Stepping back into the climes from whence they came.

And, out dribbles benevolence from a salubrious sun;

Tippling its warmth, it shines as if smiling joyously.

 

The pristine duvet of puffy white snow embraces

The tepid love and dissolves into rapturous colours.

The earth transforms, it comes alive, and it breathes.

The hues cavort in a riotous mob of shades, in the leas.

 

Shoots sprout, jousting with the hardened crust.

Birds chirp, serenading the breeze that redolent

With the fragrance of spring, gently billows as if

Caressing all and sprinkling motherly love around.

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About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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