As Dreamers do

Snow no more, it will soon.

Someone will walk, drag their weary body yet

From a mid-May springtime, to a scorching June

Where the blundering, mystifying, greening rains

Light up hearts with a thousand colors –

In a land where it snows not.

Come February, and fist-sized Sambal

Shall paint the dried up, mist-borne landscape –

A flaming rouge…

Someone will pause, pause amidst the splendor

And smile for snowflakes

Those tiny memoirs of a cold cold warmth.

Dreamers shall weave newer dreams yet,

With their novel amalgamated palette –

Blending the light of longed-for sun-rays

Into the magical romance of soul-drenching rains.

Sun and rain –

Rainbows, myriads of splinters of color

Shall burst forth from a frail presence.

Someone will have the leisure,

The leisure and the heart –

To twirl a thought in their fingers

Just long enough

To paint a canvas yet.

More verses shall be written yet.

Feb 13^th, 2011.