The Sun’s Lover
A poem inspired by the colors of spring
I’ve seen your wanton ways —
you wild seductress!
You covered yourself for just a bit
in the green-grey coat of the winter skies.
But as soon as you felt the sun’s soft touch,
you strut in shades of green and bright.
While we watched, you got on bolder,
and slowly slid those off your shoulder;
and came out in all your colors — in hues
of red and yellow and white and blue.
You picked up your hands so tall and twirled
and danced with the gentle breeze unabashed.
You let all the colors drip and drop.
And I soak in every bit of them.
Footnote: I live in Mumbai, which doesn’t really experience the four seasons. Yet one notices how the city’s sparse foliage changes colors and hues, as the months change. My favorite example of this are the Trumpet trees that line the Eastern Express Highway. They turn from green to brown to shades of violet, pink, and white .
Every time I see them blooming, this time of the year, I wish I could just soak in their color; and carry their beauty to the concrete-studded spaces of my life.
This feeling inspired the poem above. It is my love-poem to nature, especially its spring incarnation.
If you too get moved by nature’s beauty, I recommend some of Dennett’s latest work, which celebrate it with delightful pictures and words!
