The sun is getting its glory back
The glossy leaves started hanging from trees
The chirps of the birds can be heard from here n there
The sound of river can be heard from near.
The freezing wind is now gentle girl
The veil of fog has now disappeared
The numb fingers is out from pockets
The wait is over the spring is here
We will wait for winter this year .

© Shweta k Thapliyal