Seasons Serene
Fairies and Angels charm the environment still and calm,
Flowers and scenes of the season enhance the abode charm;
Weather wakes vivacious cold-hot, chill-warm, wet-dry feeling,
And shapes the Christmas season into thousand bells pealing...
Snow in cold regions, like spiders, weaves thick white blanket-webs,
Sun, forbidden, tries to peep like snail, from shell of snow-ebbs;
Fog in grey-white gown like tribal bride dreamily marching,
Clouds, randomly rolling, like melting snow-balls, soul-searching...
Fragrance of innocently smiling snow-burdened flowers,
Tender chill drizzling of heavenly divine-grace showers;
Bluish-grey, gray-white, reddish-orange disco-light stray-rays,
As though falling from Milky-way, to show humans new ways...
Though seasons seem docile as dead resting in deep dark graves,
Spring follows winter; summer the spring, breaking all closed caves...
23 December 2021
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