A Winter Lesson

The snow barely feels melted

The trees with Ice kissed leaves hardly seem bent

The wind takes a swirl around my hair lock,

I almost feel touched by a blessing that’s Heaven-sent!



The sky seems touched by a hue

That leaves the cloud contours revealed,

Chapped lips that tell their story

Wish to now go zipped and sealed.



A serene silence is what they want

Let’s give them the winter peace

For ages, the dew that comes revisiting us

Season post season; now looks like dreamy grease



Grease that clouds our vision,

Makes us forget our true worth

Winters weren’t all about Oak and Teak

It’s also about the nebula of a tree - a sapling’s birth!



Birth is what touches us the most

But so does a second birth!

Second Birth happens when we look within,

When completeness covers the dearth!