Fallen cores of fall,
Lifeless and crisp
When winter comes knocking
they freeze, curl and wisp,
Lying passive below the
sheaths of numb icy frigidity,
Waiting their turn to surface with a sound sense of possibility,

The cordial sunshine and its pleasant warmth
Packs in hope and the core transforms…
Sprinkles of care when watered with vanity,
Shoots of love sprout against the gravity
Breathing and basking in the light of a new day,
Dewdrops glistening and bees buzzing
“Spring is on the way…..”

©️®️ Vandana Oke
© ✍️©️®️ Vandana Oke