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
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