Rustling through freshly fallen snow
like schoolkids walking back home
Singing tunes that jar
pushing around playfully
then in wonderment lost in the wide white forest
in the stillness.. the beauty
face up, eyes closed
to catch and score....the light snow flakes
arms outstretched
turning around in circles
a free bird we are.
Aah the simple joys of a white wintry night :-)
wow.. wonderful.. aur is baar to poori samajh bhi aa gayi.. no path "strewn" with "auburn" leaves :D :D
ReplyDeleteHa ha..I remember the discussion we had about the 'auburn' leaves :D (Diwali night at Vincenz).
ReplyDeleteThanks :)