The rains have gone
Making way for the sun

That ball of orange is glad to be back
Where it belongs.

The first rays traipse in, almost
Their homecoming is silent.

Then she looks up once
Then she looks up twice.

Then she looks askance.

And now there is a smile in her glance.

Marigold chains, nine-o-clock blooms
Chameli, tube-roses and gladioli

The yellow roses hidden behind the Reds
The whites, this year, have sprung early.

The lilies stand proud
The club of white, pink and yellow.

The blue-n-pink orchids are drooping
And then she touches them, smiling.

The golden glint makes her warm,
Her small hands caress the blood-red carnations.

She lives among them, happy.
She does.

– LG.
October, 2015.