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Dare I Ask For More?

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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Written by Mumtaz N K

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