Kirti V
One chilly winter morning,
A white blanket had me calling.
A beautiful white cover,
Stretched on the lawns and over.
Excited, as a little kid,
I did want to go and skid.
My mind was skeptical though
And wasn’t ready to go.
But, the child in me came alive
And, there was I, ready to dive.
As I stepped out the door,
The cool winds welcomed in galore.
Tiny flakes planted kisses,
And Lo!! I loved those kisses.
The soft flakes started falling,
As though the heavens were blessing.
The feel of snow underneath,
Was a sense of happiness unleashed.
I did reluctantly retreat to my blanket,
With the beautiful snow on my jacket.
Kirti V
Pic courtesy : self
The first snowfall always used to be so magical. Lovely poem, Kirti. <3 <3 <3
Thank you dear Moonmoon💚💚
The first snow always creates a magical world! Beautiful penned kirti💚💚
Thank you dear Pooja 💚💚 yes indeed a beautiful experience
Ah snow winters my fav💚💚
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beautiful poem and picture!!
Thank you Shristee.. 💚💚
After reading your poem I yearn for the snow💚
Thank you so much Gowri💚💚
Beautiful!
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Beautiful poem Kirti
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Snowfall is so magical. Loved the essence captured!
Thank you dear💚💚
Lovely poem!
Thank you ma’am