When she came the air grew effervescent
with a soft happiness spread evenly
like in Winter when the crisp yellow sun
has broken through the clouded weeks finally.
The wind around crackled with a serene joy
when she beamed with a radiance, warm and bright
as in leaps and bounds the purple heart’s desire
to hold her in my bare arms intensified.
When she came the wind became pleasant too
and my throbbing eyes were soaked in gentle bliss
like in summer days when the scorching sun
is forgotten through a cold gust of breeze.
Summer grew too hot and Winter, too bleak once more
when later, yet again, I had to watch her go.