The cloudy arena that spreads around

little dew drops on the pine leaf that i have found

Sweet cinnamon like fresh morning scent

that lingers through out the winter stretch.

Staring through the window pane

the sight of this mystical gallore

of the Winter Solstice that i adore.

The snow flakes that form a white cast

erasing the tracks from the past

pine cones that form a pile on the ground

and white little flowers  growing wild around.

Makes me hitched to the immortal gaze

of this winter solstice

it seems so quite and calm around

yet so perfectly profound

the breeze through the pines is the only sound

so cozy and snuggled appears every thing around.

As i step out to embrace this day

the winter binds me to its amaze

and i silently pray for this winter solstice to stay.


                                                                                 ~By Ashima