Almond Groves Poetry

Almond Groves
In silent Slumber.
Embracing the horizon.

Longing, waiting & expecting.
Some signs manifesting,
Heralding the Spring.

One can tell,
From watchful Almonds.
Spring’s arrival is very near.

Buds emerging,
Leaping out.
Gushing flowers.

Soon the blossoms,
Spurting daily.
Dab the branches very Gaily.

Blossoms beaming,
Spring’s arrival,
With pinkish Shimmer.

Hey, it’s time!
Let’s embroider,
Our Orchard.

With lighter, brighter
Newer shades.
Let’s WELCOME in the bees.

Let’s shower,
Our picture
With delicate perfume.

And very soon,
One feels exhilarated.
Amidst the SPLENDOR.

Amongst the whitish,
Pinkish Blossoms.
Gleaming & playing in the Sun.

It is, a BEGINNING.
It’s Brand new cycle.
Some fruits expected in the end.