The days are now shorter
The skies darker
The cycle commences
The end of a season
The start of a new one.
The sun rises
but only in a shy manner
The heat sticks
but timidly.
I feel the wind rushing,
the snow falling.
The icy blast of wind
rushes through my veins.
The sun falls now
So does the hope in my heart.
But I see the dew sticking to the leaves.
And so I decide,
to let hope stick to my heart.
For the ice does melt,
the sun rises again,
and this cold, icy world
does turn warm,
even though briefly.
About the poet:
I am Bhavya Singh, 15 years old. I love to read and write. I have also written a book and regularly write blogs. On a winter day, I can be found in complete denial of the fact that it is cold.
Instagram : @kaunbhavya and @bookswithbhavya