Winter soaked in the solitude
Of sprays and myriad zephyr
The green grass of old
Now turned white
By multitudinous snow
The days turned dull and gloomy
By the disappearing sun
Flames of snowflakes
Hanging in the quite air
The gloomy castle playing host
To the lost of the great kings
Droplets of water
Producing a nice petrichor
The winter brezzes whistling through
Many a beautiful hamlet
The snow droplets sticking to fur Blocks of ice clinging to the reaping harvest
Mauny a love scene dying softly and slowly
Except the murmur if dry leaves
The shackeld hopes of love
Shaken by the cold environment
Thanks giving arriving at the end of Cold November
And Christmas not far away
Families reunited in the emptiness
The comforting cold walls breaking the
Winter wind
The brown hearth singing soft songs
Of many a bird and people
I still reminisce of the days
Of the falls and the uneasy heart
Still your echoes seem distant
Our love torn apart by distance and hope.
© DrSneha