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