Reflexes

The showers have come and gone
True to the naked chill vows,
The greens awash in dew
And the blues alive in motion;

An unruly breeze
Drenched in reminiscent smiles
Lingers,
Tickling the yesteryears

And i remain
The hard nut I am,
Softened by an effervescent call
For a homing pigeon
Wanders afar,
Yet forgets not
Its abode.