When winter is on the grass dances to the tunes of dews
and the wind carries a lusty scent all around,
No melody is better than the harvest song.
The sun rays are gentle while, clouds are thick and rich,
The ocean play symphony and radiant spring blooms,
The springtime is a gift from God.
Yellow faces of daffodils sings and dances,
While the occasional rain resounds pit, pat, pit, pat,
mixing memory and desire of mellower season.
No gem or gold can give this pleasure,
When ice is in making the world looks good enough to bite,
the melting world, in mouth gives a true taste of the winter.
I hope you got my comment. And Plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'The value of life and oxygen
Sirji beautifully portrayed. There is true winters without having a bite of ice cream. I really enjoyed. Beautiful.
I can feel the poem. Beautifully described. Lovely lovely thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this season and the last stanza is extraordinary, Ice world meting on tongue. WOW 5