Winter,
a shy maiden,
                      when she advances;
                      none could foresee
                      her cunning plan
                      of occupation!

playful and gentle,
she tickled nature
with her cool fingertips,
trees with thick foliage
stood before her
like  children,
to get their hair tousled.

                                 she plays considerate companion,
                                 often covers the head of trees,
                                 with her transparent veil
                                 till the sun forcefully remove it,
                                 eager to see their faces.

by and by
she turns insistent.
her presence more persistent
snow fall dense,
grin of ice every where you look,
changes her friendly visage, it looks strange.
her true nature comes out in  the open,
everyone starts to resent her cheeky urge to splurge.
then starts her rude and strident advance.

                                   the canopy of leaves
                                   are fully laden with
                                   thick, white, blanket of ice.
                                   leaves weigh down
                                   suffering with the  cold burden.
                                   the green is completely eaten
                                   by bleak whiteness.
                                   everything,  every one
                                   becomes virtually her prisoner,
                                   thirsting for a drop of sun light.
                                                   OOO