February Blues

Industrial din, piercing deep inside the walls. Birds chirping or are they clamouring? Agitating sounds, or simply love calls. Spring breeze flirting, playing around, sun scorching and sizzling, layers browned, Rust cities, mechanical noises, quirky sounds. Mango flowers, buzzing bees tell another story. Summer come knocking before I leave this town. Shades of dusty brown on the teak over my head, Dead leaves, funky flowers or are they seeds, Breathing in the funny air, full lungs before I recede.