Bring me spring with a hint of april showers..
Or send me to autumn, with leaves falling across my eyes …
..as I trudge, along the stony sidewalk..
Kicking the stray can aside, humming a tune..the words lost
The wind betrays the season’s pace
As summer engulfs a breeze so brave
And fills me with the scent of mangoes ripe..
Tangy from the seller’s shelter,
A taste so rich and hues so bright..
I almost forgot, that I hate the sight
Of the yield, the fruit..of princely delights.