Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Locks of Winter











Locks of winter fall on ground


She has a hairfall all around.


The bits of ice


Quietly disguised


Fall on ground


Fall...fall...all around.





The hair has turned grey...


With white mist mixed clay...


The cold waves carrying around...


Her white hair falling all around.


Locks of winter 


Shining in moonlight


She has let open her hair...


To fall down back...on ground.





She flaunts...


Plays...


Rhythmically


Throughout the night.


She wears a gown of fog...


With slippers of glass that hold...


Her feet dancing on the ground...


Her ashes of white all around...





When light is low


And no birds show


Her heartbeats reverberate.


In the quiet spaces


Where darkness creeps


And shadows sleep.


Before the day begins,


She rises in air


Leaving frozen breaths as dew


At dawn over the leaves .





The sunlight dim


Fears to face


The gaze of the mighty chill


The winter as a Queen


Has a hairfall it seems


But the more they fall,


The more she grows


Gracious winter 


Has lovely white hair.








(C) Ravinder Kaur 


     12-12-2018





Image: www.tabbyspantry.com





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