Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

December 1, 2010

Winter Sun.

Needles sting the face
Red nose and cold ears.
Piquant tastes the foggy morn.
Of smoke and dew-damp grass.
Sun struggles and straggles to keep
pace with swaddled Schoolkids.
Sniffles spare  the snug.

Noons are friendly,frolicksome.
Dogs are drunk on sun.
Buds unfurl,cats curl.
Birdy guests have a slugfest.
Lazy,fat Sun has begun its trundle
A quick roll down and Curtains.
Taste of tea lingers longer.


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