The Sun God decide to rest one fine day,Leaving behind a gloomy day so gray,
Cold and bitter winds sway away,
Fetching the snow showers to our doorway!
The delicate cotton-like chilly flakes,
Feel like soft petals caressing our face.
The warmth it brings is a welcome grace,
A romantic weather that leaves its trace!
The delicate cotton-like chilly flakes,
Feel like soft petals caressing our face.
The warmth it brings is a welcome grace,
A romantic weather that leaves its trace!
An infinite white bed takes over the earth,
Growing inch by inch, berth by berth,
A warm-chilly cushion totally worth,
Laying on it has its own mirth!
Harsh wind chills brutally slam our skin,
As snowfall gets drained and thin,
With no choice but to hold our grin,
Its now time to lift the shovel and spin!
As long as it is the damp and soft snow,
Shoveling can be as simple as a clean throw.
The ice can make you slip and flow,
Not so funny, but what a show ;)
Growing inch by inch, berth by berth,
A warm-chilly cushion totally worth,
Laying on it has its own mirth!
Harsh wind chills brutally slam our skin,
As snowfall gets drained and thin,
With no choice but to hold our grin,
Its now time to lift the shovel and spin!
As long as it is the damp and soft snow,
Shoveling can be as simple as a clean throw.
The ice can make you slip and flow,
Not so funny, but what a show ;)
4 comments:
i can relate to the feeling.. :) nice poem. its gloomy and gray here too, but no thick snow to shovel.
@ kaunquest....thanks for the comment! be happy that you don't have to shovel, just my sincere 2 cents :)
nice! how abt some pictures of ur home/ neighbourhood? that would be interesting!
@ Lucky - not a bad idea, may be in my forthcoming blogs :)
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