Winter Again
October fruit ripened to the core
fishes dream of new waters
Autumn's chill opened the world
to the days of yore.
Of shadows and suns
the remnant is polished in stones
where new hopes may grow like grass.
In times like these, I think of you
and daydream in flowers
Winter! your poetry is written in the
shivering stars, and their cuddling Mother.
The sky is against the earth, blanketing
as I wait for snowflakes on my panes.
I touch your icy skin and inhale your essence.
In your wake, butterflies are born from
dying autumn leaves, dazzle, and vanish into space.
Winter! come in cold feet, and give us the chill
of awakening.
Copyright © Miraj Raha | Year Posted 2020
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