The Winter is Coming

The windy chills inviting us

The grace of cold gale in the bus

The autumn hues dabbled lightly in the frost

As ice crackles the foot prints are lost

Piercing zephyr brings with it embryonic joy

Dove grey sky becomes a perfect decoy

As the flowers and leaves wither down

Sleepy head in the cozy blanket frowns

The world embraces the macron look of old films

Woolen sweater and mitten cover the pale skin

As the breathes rises into visible puffs

And the soft palms become rough

As the nights becomes longer and the day short

The coffee is preferred steaming hot

Misty street-lights and milky moon

There is nip in the air even during noon

With festivals around the corner everyone is running

Stiffen grass green with dews indicates the winter is coming…