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 :)