He was the winter's last snow,
Where the trees stood starkly,
And where the water stayed still.
She was the summer's first sunflower,
Where the grasses and the ferns stayed close to the ground,
The bushes and branches, trees all around.
Cursing the winter that made her numb,
She writes a letter to explain - winter.
As though one final correspondence,
Would make an easier goodbye,
But she could already feel them.
The approaching winds of sea side,
An autumn she would never see,
Both beautiful and strange.
As the heated embrace got softer,
She watched the leaves fall in the grave,
As there was no way to skip the thunder,
There she was, embracing the Winter.
Author: Arushi Dubey
Editor: V.R Kapse