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
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 10:25 AM UTC
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