silently, winter falls behind
daring the sun to rise from its siesta
amiably waiting for the warmth
hovering through nature's games.
soaring high in the winter evenings
small rays of sun warming the snow
winter's perplexity melts with adulation
nesting small magnifying glasses-
silently on the soft petals of spring's blithe
embracing the effort of budding
golden poetry with the vernacular words
of affinity poignantly creating masterpieces.
Such affliction suffered exquisitely envisage nature's bloom