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.
