Like a bleak dew-winter day
so cold, wintry, keen, lunar, denuded….
maybe windswept too;
visions, plans……..all getting blurred at the grim of snow
even dreams are delayed
and errands go numb
designing a signpost of a grim wealth!
Outside is so cold
and every inside loophole bottled up
for a conducive indoor warming
men, women, children, the aged
maybe animals too
all snuggled in blankets of wool
even our mad peeps on the street get stuck in broken ovens
for snow fall fast and wide
yes veiling each hill like a lacy bride
This, is the mirage of snow dust.
This is submitted to dVerse Poetics where we were asked to write on SNOW.