The autumn leaves have fallen.
The winter winds blow.
Oh, the cold white veils the things I see.
The clock stops, time ceases ; and nothing moves or grows.
The cold chills my bones
The snow burns my skin.
The winter holds me in its grips,
So I cuddle myself and hide within.
I watch my dreams drip like snowflakes from the sky.
Melting away from my touch when I try.
If only the warmth was here,
If only these cold metal shackles weren’t there.
Maybe my dreams would then vaporize and fly.
But something about being bound,
in this warmthless hold of nature is serene.
Even as life ceases superficially,
It continues to grow within.
But right here in this moment,
I stand and smile at the white sight.
I wonder what’s to be done in this frost .
Do you know?
For the autumn leaves have fallen.
And the winter winds blow.
©Megha Bhartiya, inksoakedsoul.wordpress.com