A cocky orange streetlight <br />Rudely interupts <br />My affair with the early evening sky <br />of an ambiguous white or fading blue <br />with pink fleeced lambs turning dirty grey. <br />A frolicking kite soars wild. <br /> <br />The dry cold north wind turns around <br />humid and warm <br />and whispers in my ear <br />'Its time <br />for the green buds to unfold their wings. <br />Is it time for me <br />to float your dreams <br /> <br />Again? '<br /><br />Tapas Bandyopadhyaya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-returns/
