A COLD DAWN!!!!!! As the night turns longer…. And the chill nips into the flesh; All the cardigans and sweaters Are brought out of their hiding closets……. As I open the windows, A white blanket spread out…. The trees bathed in silvery foliage The dew dropping still…. Looks like Mother Nature Has draped herself in white With white tresses Making it a lovely sight to behold As the wind blows another bout Of fresh white flakes On my face… Making me shudder………… I draw my coat closer to me… With a hot cuppa in my hand; Which might bring in The much needed warmth As the first silvery rays peep out Behind the grey cotton balls… Spreading itself on the white carpet Making it glow…… The dew melts in shyness At the sudden touch… Making it fall in tiny droplets And shimmer in the sudden warmth As I tread on the white expanse Sending a chill across my spine… As the golden glow caress my Whole body in a warm embrace…. I stood still with my eyes full My mind in a serene bliss Eager to capture The myriad hues of Nature…..
Well written about a cold and snowing day Lalitha. And capturing nature's hues requires several lifetimes I feel. Besides, whats normally a disappointing sight to many, living abroad [ a terribly cold day, snowing all night and a weak sun] is being seen positively here. Nice. -rgs
Dear Lalitha, as usual a very good poem. beautiful words And a wonderful description of the cold morning. Your lines are becoming mature by the day. But, honestly, Lalitha I would prefer your writing on your HM, where you are really emotional and the expressions intense. thanks for sharing a soft poem very apt for the season. love, sridhar
Thanks a lot Rgs for the first to give such a lovely comment. Yes generally the cold is depressing but I felt it very different, hence the birth of this...:-D
Dear Sridhar, Thanks a lot for gracing this thread with your encouraging comments. As you may be some of my poems are more intense but it is nice to have some light moments too right. What do you say?
Dear Sowmya, Thats a very apt question...if these scribblings can be called a poem...........? These are just my thought process which I pen down when I find time and the mood.... Thanks for your comment dear.