when the sky looses colour

When the sun begins it’s descend,
And the sky looses colour,

The burners come to life,
A hearty soup boils.
The aroma of the ginger lingers,
And the turmeric stains the fingers.

The porch light comes up,
The cars come to halt,
A fiery argument maybe,
Ends with a pinch of salt.

The birds fly back,
Calling all their mates,
The children hurry home,
Ending their play dates.

The bride waits her groom,
In her newly made room,
The caterpillar now resides,
In her cosy cocoon.

There is laughter everywhere,
The family rooms are full,
The mind and body relaxes,
And the heart stays full.

Nidhi

Happiness and sunshine 🌼