Snowscape (January 2025)

 SNOWSCAPE

I write LOVE in the snow,

Upon a rock. 

The air is icy crisp,

Cold but fresh. 

The snow around me,

Like white soft powder, 

Feels like a winter wonder land. 

I rub my gloved hands together.

I breathe in the cold air, 

And release my breath. 

The cold smoky vapours rise into the air. 

I see the fir tree in the distance,

Its branches laden with snow. 

A burden no doubt,

But it still stands proud, 

Against the blue clear sky. 

I look at the fairy snow angel before me. 

She is covered in ice crystals.

It feels like she is smiling at me. 

Her delicate wings are tipped in snow. 

She seats by the frozen pond. 

I do not want to forget this magical sight, 

My snowscape,

That fills me with love. 

Nature wonder and beauty before me

In my icy cold paradise.

By Subrata Saha.  

January 2025

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