Memories of winter

Memories of winter


Curling mists of white,shivering mornings

Warm memories of past winters, brings


Of five more stolen minutes of half drowsiness

Of the magic of suspended reality under the covers


Of chill that grew vine-like around you

Of warm turmeric milk, sweetened by laughter anew


Of sweaters , socks , woolly hugs , a few

Of chattering teeth , red noses, chapped lips too


Of Nights' fog gathering into itself pleasant evenings

Oh! The memories, coming of winter brings.



--shubha


P.S. this poem that came to me in response to a prompt, winter memories on a poetry group.