She - Is The Snowfall Poem by Ketan Hukare

She lifts lid off her golden eyes
Smiles at the sun who was,
Hiding from the town
Behind dusty clouds
In envy

She swirls her lissome arms
Quenches the night fire
And leaves the hearth naked,
Dreaming and expecting nothing
But frostbite

There's a whisper amongst the trees
That although she may be comely
She has often left their
Hearts and branches
broken

She shines back through the eyes
Of the child who
Only has dared to dream
About her chilly breath
And sleety morning she brings

And although some men have never slept,
Stared how she dusted off
Her straggly hair
Upon the streets which turn into
Bleaker graves overnight,

There are generations that never left
The town which witnessed
Her maleficent soul
Taking everyone's breath
Time and time again
Every winter.