The End of Spring

The unexpected white cloud
softened the hot sun rays,
on a lazy sunday noon,
in the month of May.

The blooming magnolias,
the rustling dogwoods,
have fallen silent today,
sensing, the end of spring.

The colors began to fade,
the fragrance began to dull,
the flowers on the path, began to wither,
to symbolize, the end of spring.

The spring-dust was no more,
time just flew by,
and, I, never even noticed!
It is the end of Spring!!

Free Translation of a Telugu poem by Sri Vadrevu Ch Veerabhadrudu