I remember the aesthetic sight
Of the snow being rolled into
Perfect-imperfect balls white
And being embedded into.
There are fresh carrots and beady eyes
And twigs along with a scarf or tie
To create a snowman before daybreak
The ideal Winter Playmate.
I remember the fragrance
Of the freshly baked gingerbread
The delicious turkey and bacon
To keep us for eternity fed.
With plum cakes under the mistletoe
And apple pies under the tree's star's glow
To celebrate yet another New Year's Eve
During this season in which we for joy believe.
I remember the bland taste
Which tingled my tongue
As I the path traced
Where I oft on the swing swung
And the road which was lined
With hailstones and crystals fine
To announce-'My beloved people
Your dear friend Winter is one his way, surreal!
I remember the sound
Of children's gay laughter
In somewhat of a melody bound
With the merry Christmas carols
And the tune ever so pleasing
Of kids in the soft snow playing
To enjoy to the fullest this
Experience of heaven's bliss.
But it is December now
And my friends tell me
Nothing is the same now
And my family tells me
This Winter will not be
Like the ones before
For everything by this pandemic
Has been shaken to the core.
Now as I sit and stare
Into the infinite azure
My mind begins to wander
As I yet again ponder
We are with our loved ones
During this hopeful and joyous season
We are safe and sound
And the never seen wonders know no bound.
The celebrations though abated
Have not been halted
The feast though truncated
Has not been abandoned
The carols though diminished
Have not vanished
And our love despite our barriers
Has never been so strong and superior.
Author: V.R.Kapse Type: Poem