Winter winds melted
Into pools of lukewarm sunshine
That lit up the ground
In brown and gold.
The sky when the sun rose and set,
Was a mixture of insipid and unfulfilling blue
With the color of ripened mangoes
A shade of pink that could not be placed,
Kesari milk and lavender boughs.
The air so choked with smoke,
Felt a little more breathable.
With the blooming of dancing white and yellow flowers
And the little seeds and petals, that flew in the whorls of air
Said hello to February.

Featured image by Deeya Biswas