In December Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

There is a lull in the air
As December descends quietly
There is sudden flow of verve
As flowers get soaked in dew silently

The drooping grasses rise
Expecting mild sun to appear
From behind the sparse clouds
When the mists make visibility clear

Frozen stream tarries on
The rugged passage to watch
The trees standing tall silently by
Its serrated sides for a very long stretch

The carousal of birds has
Fallen low over the meadows
Evening falls early across the land
With soft crimson hue and long shadows