Foot Steps Of Winter: Rime Royal Sonnet

I feel your whispers lingering,

among the orchard trees,

snowy mist is the wonderful gift you bring.

Life wraps blanket of cool breeze,

dark skies summon the azure blue sea,

orange, green hues turn to brownish shades,

songs of winter-glory, sing beautiful maids.

Days give space to nights in their hearts,

birds fly away to far summer lands,

a hint of nature for winter’s start.

Evening spills warmth hands in hands,

weaving lovely memories strand by strand,

on my door I hear winter’s footsteps,

now, it is time for the summer to rest.

Rime Royal Sonnet form: A seven line stanza of three rhymes, arranged with a rhyme scheme of; a. b. a.  b. b. c. c

First published in VerbalArt (Vol. 3, Issue 2)

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Mother Nature

Mother nature’s glory

And her simple stories,

My granny used to tell,

Beside the village well.

She would lead us to the mountains,

High above the sky, freely flowing fountains.

Among the clouds we would fly unscathed,

Our imaginations like fledglings newly hatched.

But, gone are those days of carefree stories,

Nature’s heart soaked in worries.

Man’s relentless exploitation,

Consume nature without hesitation.

Nature bleeds red with rust,

Her crown decorated with dust.

Oh! hear the plea, every nation,

Restore mother nature,

and save every future generation.

First published in Sky Island journal.

https://www.skyislandjournal.com/issues#/issue-2-fall-2017/

February's Song

Only a heart filled with love,

can hear the february's song.

A message from above,

breaks the wait of love.

Riding on the snow flakes,

a journey to earth it makes.

Spreading through mistral waves,

in many hearts this song awakes.

Winter’s charm,

full of warmth,

for love fills,

winter’s chilly air.

Tell me oh! dear,

can you not hear,

the february's song,

before it’s long gone.