The Winter Greet

By Lakshita Annamalai Vijayakumar

As I look out the window,

The sun rises.

Looking at the sight of snow,

Makes me glow.

Light shining through the clouds,

It stands up proud,

Through the winter haze.

But will it last long?

We wouldn’t know.

But until next summer,

I can’t wait to have my best winter.

In a small story of my living,

All my years been filled up with you.

The beauty that resides,

The snow, the fog, the cold.

Nearing the rest,

The rest of breeze,

The rest of freeze.

Until the next awaken;

I Will always be waiting,

For winter’s next appearing.

By Lakshita Annamalai Vijayakumar