I think of warmer climes
in loving hearts
sun-blessed landscapes
in other geographical parts
winter’s a boon
for my solitary art
I collect autumn leaves
read their stories
immortalize experience
in textured charts
we won’t be strangers again
when the sun shines
I know how sultriness
makes my skin pine
for icepacks and glow
summers packed in snow
décor and recipes
cherished physicality
fires that light my soul
live seamlessly
celebrate endlessly
it’s individuality
This made me feel like snow can be cosy
LikeLiked by 1 person
If you remain shut indoors ☺️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Now that is gorgeous! I especially admire; “I collect autumn leaves read their stories immortalize experience in textured charts.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️❤️
LikeLiked by 3 people
Thank you, Sanaa!
LikeLiked by 1 person
A lovely ode to the warmth in winter
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! Mumbai has no winter, so I look forward to short, wintry trips ☺️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lahore was usually like this except this year it’s been quite cold.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Enjoy 👍
LikeLiked by 1 person
We are enjoying it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Some awesome lines here, Ma’am. I enjoyed the second stanza the most, magical. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great, Aishwarya! Thanks a lot!
LikeLike
Your poem gave me a warm glow on a freezing snowy day, Reena! Thank you for the ‘sun-blessed landscapes’ and soul-lighting fires.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks a ton, Kim! Glad you liked the terms.
LikeLiked by 1 person
so beautiful, Reena ❤ ~ love this
~David
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks a ton!
LikeLike
🤗
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
LikeLike
Ah this poem made me feel warm and cherished 💕
LikeLiked by 2 people
Good to know that 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person