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)