Winter brings its bounty
Of gifts, when tulip bulbs
And crowned lilies bend,
Weighed down by crystalline
Snowflakes and rime.
Winds dare not disturb
Frost-laden branches bent.
***
All’s buried in mounds
Of snow’s chaste innocence.
‘Tis, wild’s wintery quiescence.
The world’s still awhile…
Shush! None dares disturb!
Snowy carpets muffle footsteps.
***
Then, to the forest floor
My ears, I press.
And harken to woods,
Filled with resounding silence,
Whistling the snow’s song.
My being, my core
Is suffused with reverence.
***
Shan’t I rejoice amidst
Wilderness’s quietude,
Sifting wisdom of the ancients?
Dare I ask for more?
******
Mumtaz N. K.
30-10-2020
Picture courtesy: Unsplash, Jared Rice
Glossary
rime: frost formed by freezing of supercooled water on solid substance
quiescence: the state of being inactive or dormant
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