One Wintry Morning

Breathless she was lying still And seemed falling and falling Were the petals of flowers white Upon her wrapped in clothes Of texture soft, subtle and cool Delicately-tinted to silvery and frosted hue And finely spun and woven By the hands of heaven They were falling still With the breezy winds off and on Halting the path of poor and elite And gone were the days of songs Birds used to sing joyous and divine And where they were hanging in None could surmise The sun struggled to break in To awaken her with sunshine But was seen shrinking and fading While cuddling closer her heart and soul Beset with frost and flurry Upon precipitation of embarrassing wintry queen And the day king was suffused cool For undone was the intense With the stealing in of the cold light of the morn Seemed abiding through for a long sojourn But grand and stately were her dreams despite For tossed between bitter and sweet Was a dream dreamt warm and rich Of summer soon to alight In her wintry spring of life