The Spell Of Wintry Morning Poem by Kaki Venugopala Rao

Wintry morning,
Frosty and cloudy,
Erasing sleep,
I open my eyes,
Into the sun
Playing in my room
Through the windows;
I gaze
Through window bars,
Baby sun crawling
Into the foggy sky
In luminous tints,
Scissoring the fog,
Illumining the world;
Blossoms
Of myriad hues
Blooming, smiling
And greeting
From our garden;
Butterflies
Carrying on wings
Rainbows,
Hovering over flowers,
Bees, vying
With butterflies,
Buzzing around blooms;
A nightingale
From its remote
Invisible perch
-A ceaseless
Haunting melody;
Winds, blowing
Softly, chanting
Lullabies;
Leaves of trees
Stirred, rustling
Making lyrics,
Farmhands toiling
In fields
Humming tunes;
Melodies soothing,
Beauties enchanting
Streaming
Into the world
Waking
Into the day;
Wrapped up
In the wondrous melodies
Of the morning,
I wake up
Into the world
Of happiness
And peace
This wintry morning.
(7-9-2013, Kakinada, Andhra Pradesh, India)