The Season of Snow and Frost

 

By Pratyush Parashar Das 

The soft light of the evening signals renders the landscape dreamy, 

With the sky a soft hue of pink, and the clouds creamy, 

As the heat gives way to a definite coolness, all around Nature prepares for a long awaited nap, and what you can hear is stillness, 

I hear the birds sing joyous songs of the delights of snow and fresh morning dew, 

Ah all my worries begin to fade away, and my troubles seem few, 

And so I wander about the meadow green, softly illuminated with a wintery sheen