A Cold Call

In snowy unpigmented drape

Wintry withdrawn world waits

For the warm kiss of the day;

Through the long lonely valley

The elevation blows the glacial gale

To cheer the deep and solemn solitude;

Over the bare upland, a pious sunbeam plays

When the heartless west extends its blast;

But the stormy north sings sleet,

All the field lay bound beneath

A crispy integument of snow,

It withers all in silence to expose the earth

And show its susceptible skeleton life;

I walk to crash crunch beneath my feet

See a dancing darkness in vivid blue,

In an ecstasy the earth drink

The silver lukewarm sunlight;

The beast or bird in their covert rest,

These leafless trees resemble my fate,

A lonely robin with its burning breast

Sits in subtle sweetness of the sun;

How ruby banner of poppies spread

 

About the Writer

Sandeep Kumar Mishra is a writer, poet, and lecturer in English Literature. He is the art instructor at Kishlaya Outsider Art Academy. He has edited a collection of poems by various poets – Pearls (2002) and written a professional guidebook -How to be (2016) and a collection of poems and art-Feel My Heart(2016)


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