All eyes waiting for spring
But winter is in no hurry to leave.
The gray cement is filled with icy granules.
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A true imagery of gray winter drawn in words. The last stanza is the best, but I cannot but appreciate the most beautiful line: 'Tiny weed flowers die unappreciated'. At least, let us appreciate them here in this poem.
Winter is clever. Winter does not want to leave the place soon although Spring has arrived. Still grey cement is filled with ice garments. Icy crystals are still floating in air. Old and pensive thoughts float here with gradual beauty. An excellent imagery is beautifully drawn and this poem is penned with care and expression. This is an excellent poem...10
Winter is definitely stubborn to leave. Gray are the days and I look forward to spring where we all feel alive! Great piece of writing, Savita!
I am soooooooooooooooooooo tired of the snow. For one thing, we usually have maybe 3 days of snow per winter here. This year it hasn't stopped snowing. Pensive thoughts.? Buried under them! ! ! Very good write, Savita!
A gray squirrel holds her tail Against a gray stem in a momentary Slumber of melancholic silence...................... Sometimes such a greyness overcasts our mind too! The pervading greyness of winter is beautifully illustrated through a series of powerful images. A 10