Poem: Warm Winters

A poignant poem as I travel in winter.

Poem: Warm Winters

The hearth, the fireside
The crackling firewood
The amber ambiance
The cozy aura that engulfs
Pulling a chair and two close
A book, a hot cup of coffee or chocolate
Soled feet still seek a carpet
Silence is a good friend here
The warmth, like a nest, or a home.

Look outside —
It is supposed to snow,
it is winter after all
A white blanket covering the streets
Cars still and shivering
The cold, white quill is cruel
The grey, morose clouds gloomy
A beautiful bride dressed in white
Blood-drained, colorless, and pale
Yet, the beauty of snow white
Winters are beautiful and haunting
The Plain Jane hiding her jewels

But today —
the hearth, the fireside inside.
the white snow outside
Are missing, just memories of the past
The weather is like summer
A tinge of cold in the morning
Like those half-washed footprints
On the beach, consumed by waves.
Warmth is natural, yet I don’t want this-
A cruel, badly dressed, warm winter
The present is an undesirable gift.

Reminiscing the past winter glories
Glaciers tear, nature in tears
Polar bears swim than saunter
The earth sheds its white coat
Its brown body ripe for human feast
Greed fuels a grotesque gluttony-
For once, warmth is a forbidden word
When the expected winter arrives
Supposedly beautiful and haunting — Instead
A year of extended summers
I seek the airconditioners solace
Welcome to warm winters.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2025

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