The Cold

The winter snow beckons me into her fold

The winter sun seems like real gold

I love the winter and I love the cold

The frozen faces of the young and the old. 

The snow-capped mountains and the pines

Appear pristine white and look so divine

Sparkling, glistening and shining bright

It appears the world at dawn and twilight. 

The snow makes all things misty and hazy

Good old souls start dozing and turn lazy

People cuddling near makeshift fireplaces Swarming with lovebirds are the tea spaces. 

Somewhere above, the sun feels like waking

The grey clouds vanish and the darkness breaking 

The murky skies tear apart 

The sun peeps; now wide awake to dart 

There is enchantment all around

Happiness splurging in leaps and bounds

The Earth opens her mouth gulping the sunshine 

Basking in the glory is the entire skyline