Winter
The delicious summer air was eaten whole, The warm softness is now crisp cold. Like the grey-translucent shedded skin of a vibrant snake, The clouds rise and fall like marshmallows being baked. Until they are burnt to thin lines, Just a lingering scrap in the once fragrant skies. Stare up at winter’s abyss, Notice, there is something you missed. A streak of orange slithers in often, It emits a yellow summer light and winter softens. Xoxo <3 Vidhi Dasani Ps- I know it’s not winter. I know it’s still October but I couldn’t wait till winter to post this :)
