It Is Refreshing Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Nothing is more refreshing to me
Than the mild cold air of January.
It makes my hair up as I get up to
Yawn in the morning. I sleep with
My windows half open. I can see
The half moon hanging at the centre
Of the sky. The intrepid wind from
Nearby tope comes with scent of
Wood and plays with tuft of hair.
Nothing is more refreshing to me
Than the whispering of leaves in
Darkness. Like housewives over
Boundary walls. The playful owls
Hoot from the holes signaling the
Clouds descending across fields
Of corn to spread its dark blanket.
The stars will shine bright with
Spokes of light slipping down
From the peak of sleeping hills.
Nothing is more refreshing to me
Than lying under warm blanket
And feeling the touch of January
Air at the feet as it goes up and up.