The hill can not be seen
And the trees are shivering
For the North Wind blows hard
Thru their leaves.
The sun rises late,
As misty fog doesn't open
Its curtain early.
Days yawn being defeated by
The Chill of the incessant
Blow of winter wind.
Winter has its another charm.
The coziness of heart gets
New worth in this winter.
Let's celebrate it.
let us welcome winter to bury our sadness in the mist of dreams flowing in the northern wind
Beautiful poem on winter, Neela. Let us celebrate the beautiful charms of winter. Loved it.
'Winter has its another charm', Truly and beautifully written! Keep writing!
As misty fog does not open sun rises late in winter. Wonderful imagery and beautiful presentation of winter makes this poem special definitely. Nice job done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, the day opens up late in winter and this affects my morning walks too since I find it hard to come out of the coziness of the blankets and fling myself to the cold outdoors. A nice write on winter.