White blanket has enveloped everything,
Hills, ground, trees, roofs of building(s),
Pristine white is a beauty to behold,
Nature’s wonders in the chill and cold.
Seeing the snow fall,
Is like speaking in a drawl,
Leaves me in thrall,
Of nature’s bounty above all.
The breathtaking milieu appeals silently,
Bestowing gifts abundantly,
Revealing power of stopping,
Seeing, sensing and slowing.
New soft snow that gradually lands,
Feels like cold cotton balls in my hands.
Snow ball fights and sledding downhill,
Makes memories of unmatched thrill.
Each season’s bounties are unique,
Cherishing them without critique,
Let’s me appreciate our planet’s blessing,
And nature’s seasonal dressing.
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Shalini Kathuria Narang is a software professional and a freelance journalist. She has reported for national and international newspapers, magazines and news sites. Her poems have been published in several anthologies including Starry Nights: Poetry of Diaspora in Silicon Valley and Pixie Dust and All Things Magical. She is a monthly contributor to Masticadores USA and has been published on Spillwords Press. She is originally from New Delhi.
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