Monday, December 3, 2012

Winter's end

Beneath the blanket of the snow
life sleeps soundly , to wake an grow
and the now cold bird with the forlorn eye
is soon to sing,  for the summer's nigh .
The ice on the dal will sink and mix
with the warm undercurrent upto old tricks ,
and the birds migratory will say good bye
"only till the new winter then back we fly "
And you and I will love again
for the call of the spring does invite sweet pain,
and look in the brooks for a vision new
and seek again the warmth that winter slew ..... 


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