September Spring

In Septembers
we celebrated our union
we grieved our loss
we broke our covenant

September
such significance
It was all too overwhelming
for a Spring
of self discovery

Shades of spring

Today is the first day of spring
The dry azure sky opens up
for the coming days
Shades of green set off multitude of
red, orange, yellow, violet, magenta and rose
a palette any artist is eager to ply

Where I grew up
it had a different shade of spring

A sprawling port city in a river delta
is warm and humid all year round
with no clear division of seasons
The subtropical mist brought on endless rain
It made its way through the four walls
It smelt mould
It warned me of fatigue
It made a rain loving poet
struggle to create