Winter Wonderland.

It's a cold December night,

But I'm inside, safe and warm

A book in hand, a cup of  tea on the table,

Everything is pure bliss.

I can see the world,

From my small window

The streets are reminiscent of a small child

Tucked in bed, underneath milky  sheets.

The moon's silvering glow,

Is the restless child's night light

His lids soon flutter closed

Against beautiful rosy cheeks.

Snowflakes waltz gracefully,

Twirling their way through the storm

Gliding past the stars

The sky is their dance floor.

The trees are barren of their coat

Held captive  by frozen chains

Their  frail branches  almost crack under the weight

Of winter's loving kiss.

Tonight, nature has succumbed to silence

The roads are painted white

Not a single soul in sight

As hollow and scary as it may seem.

This is winter wonderland's gleam.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

kinda interesting, & a very bewitching poetry you come to lick down. liked the way how smoothly you transmuting the breath of "winter" into the "heat" of your pleasurable words.

it's always fascinating to read something on winter, may be, cos winter well known as the season of lovers when they are found naked in the same bed.. sharing same cup of tea/coffee... holding each others' hands, & sharing an every speck of breath laying/lying under the same blanket, perhaps... you, my love, say something very extraordinary here that's treasuring the volume of #writerslife; the actual scenario of one's life. nice imagery here.

here's my fav. lines:
Snowflakes waltz gracefully,
Twirling their way through the storm

well penned stuff. looking forward to reading more!