Winter's Whim Poem by Runa Pradhan

Winter's Whim



Winter's sky paints itself blue
Clearing clouds and their hues
Winter's wind blows being spry
Inspiriting nature to too much high


Crop fields turn green
Nature sets up serene
Days become short
Being self a little hot

Winter's night turns bore
Being long makes sombre
But beings become happy more
To enjoy the winter's time more

Thursday, October 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: imagery
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Kostas Lagos 29 October 2020

Winter has its own beauty... well written

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Runa Pradhan

Runa Pradhan

Burupada,761005, Odisha, India
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