Poems: The Winter Collection — 1
Here are a couple of poems I wrote celebrating the arrival of winter in other parts of the world. Meh. I stay in Chennai where the weather is confused between its monsoon and flimsy winter. But it does not stop me from celebrating the snowy winters elsewhere.
The first poem is about the arrival of the first snowflakes — the first snowfall in winter. It is late morning in late November. A quiet breeze sets in…read on.
Poem: The White Slumber Party
The quiet morning breeze
With its subtle, caressing tease
Tingling my nostrils
A cool stream of peace
A kind of slow silence
In that moment of eternity.A little piece of wet fluff
floated like the autumn leaf
White and crystal
Similar yet unique
A piece of melting heaven
Like those fireside tales
From the mouth of the grandmotherly sky.Another piece floated
and another one fluffy
as if one was joining
a white slumber party
forming a white, white bed
There is a rush now
Like the black Friday crowd
Just in time for Thanksgiving.I smile now that
The season of colors
Has now moved on
It is the turn of
The season of white.
The second poem is one of my favorite views of winter. A fireplace, a drink ( hot chocolate or single malt on the rocks), a favorite book, a clock on the mantle, brooding thoughts over a loved one.
Poem: My Winter World
I love winter
Sipping hot chocolate
Or single malt on the rocks
Sitting by the fireside
Reading a favorite book
Exploring worlds through words
Sometimes smiling
and sighing sometimes
Staring at the mantelpiece
As the clock sound becomes
Time’s heartbeat
My world engulfed
by the warmth of my fireplace
My house engulfed
by the freezing snow
My mind immersed
in a world of characters
Sometimes happy
and sometimes sorrow
I smile to myself
Thinking of you
Another person
Another book
Another fireplace
Another mind
Thinking of me.
What are your favorite winter scenes? Write to me in response.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2022
