A Guest: in Snow Blasts Of January Poem by AFFAQ NABI

And at last, she was with me in January,  
Its a season, when snow covers the valley entirely.
She loves the musky zone; the valley was like Miss Eden!  
With house bees, she has some chide.
That's one reason, why she selected this season.

Amazing apple trees; bathing in snow beguiles
Her spirit; thus, she penned a dozen poems.
About all wet things; as like leas, eagle grove, willow oak,
fobs, rills, rivulets, hilly folk, gravel road, and dunn.

Her pleasure had no end; but I told her
Choose the snowshoes; there are no rules.
She stayed more days; till the paltry sun began.
To heat up the earth, fairly away from odours,  
Merci! she enjoyed the snow blasts of January.