Summer Is Here

By Harmehma Kaur Bagga

The sweet taste of the fruits of reconciliation, After but ages of an all too painful situation, Has thrust me up high amongst the seraphic clouds - At this instant, my sheer happiness knows no bounds. Ecstatic, I'd like to scream irrationally loud - "Love - how you restore all my exhilaration and  vigour!". 

I pray this amity isn't as short-lived as a burning  cigar. 

Summer is here - 

All around I can witness prepossessing flecks of light; I can take in the Herculean burble of the Niagara in  all its might. 

Rainbows created with said flecks and said burble - Beauty so sublime can't be described in terms verbal. 

Deer are put to prancing, 

Leaves are rendered dancing 

In the gentle winds of the season: 

I shall love you, my Salvatore, forever more, sans  reason.

By Harmehma Kaur Bagga