The Call Of The Wintry Night Poem by Aarushi Chatterjee

The year has moved past like flames of fire
And now to face the sleet
It's going to be a long season's wait
For the roses again to meet
Its arms are long, welcoming
The sun shines with a withering glow,
My boots sink deep into the ground
The houses are flaked with snow
The lights are flickering and fading
It's nearly no more light
The children's cries are far behind
As I melt into the wintry night.
My hands are gloved,
The heart is both warm and cold
But the cheeks are rosy with sleet:
As night covers the icy town
I move into the darkness deeper still
My Mother still calls me to eat.
And yet as I
Pause by the belt of trees
And gaze into the softly falling snow
And think of the fire, the welcoming fire,
Mum, and the dear sister whom I know;
A delightful warmth creeps through my snowy heart
And turn back towards the cottage,
But my steps are slow.
Through the sheet of icy darkness
I can still hear the sweet old voice calling:
And make my way back
Into the fire of warmth
But the snowflakes are still falling.