The Frosty Winter Poem by Naveed Akram

The frost has appeared,
My love's happiness shines like it.
This joy of the winter
Turns the flying birds away
To their homes that shatter
Into ice and frozen waste.

Poets see and visualise their prey,
The winter's humour is a lively
Page of innocence, that shines
Inwardly, like the tongues of glistening
Hard work, the talking chiefs.
My joy is the winter that curtails
All of my hard work.
Then the icicles display a fracture
Of the hidden waste.

The clouds turn into darkness,
Light speeds are attached to kindness.
The rumours of an age are
The carefree ideas of winter in harmonic
Motion, the wind is a zone of kind
Leaps addressed to the marks.