Amid the bare branches of tree

on this frosty January morn

look so cold so forlorn.

Frost and rime has covered the earth in a swathe of the white stuff lays



Yet the night blooming jasmines are nodding on their stems

Among the lush hills and giant trees

The night is darkening round me 

And the snow is glittering and glimmering upon the thin trunks of the pines 



Yet, soon it begin to melt as the winter has already begun to wane 

And the sun is approaching and thus shining bright at the foot of the trees 

Each trunk is painting a stroke of orange and yellow nuance. 



Curling up on the sofa under a blanket and watching the frosty pattern on the windows and ledges.

Coffee is getting cold 

Yet, the magical landscape full of ice and snow with illuminating light across the street is giving a closer look of noon



The midday is filled with so much light and the rays of sun is penetrating through it.

Splattering in every snowy nook and corner 

Crunching beneath the feet 

And the fragrance of mulled wine and ginger bread is giving the feeling of warmth 



Crisply, the day is whispering to cute snowflakes that are coming in the pathway 

Lost in the beautiful island and among the mountain, the fresh green grass is piercing out.



With the evenness and straightness of pines, the snow is gleaming upon the roofs of the houses and barges along the embarkment, they gives a magical feels 

Winter days and frost mornings 



The ray of light warms you yet the cold evenings and twinkling trees embarks your journey and gives you a bright and beautiful time of the year.

Such beautiful creation of god whispers to soul and the colour palettes of every nuance can be seen in this magical land of ice and cold.



From dazzling morning to noon, the sky is painted blue on blue yet slowly with a pace of time the colours begin to change from blue to a stray wisp of red hues giving a distant view of beautiful landscape. 

Yet, the beauty gets desolate and gets blended with the periwinkle nuance and the frolicsome breeze gives the feel of cold evenings. 



Like a kaleidoscope of colours.

The season seems to be changing its colours continuously like a dancers moves and fluttering feet’s.

As soon as the day begin to fade, the sky gets painted in the deeper and deeper shades of every nuance



And each stroke seems to reflect magic upon crisply snow and lush green mountain

Each stroke can be touched by merely glancing at them.

Like a palette of each nuance is playing with frost and rime.

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  1. daneelyunus · February 8, 2019

    Nice one

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  2. Ravisingh · February 7, 2019


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  3. Janae Johnson · January 15, 2019


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  4. azratarannum · January 13, 2019

    Well written Rudra!!💐👍

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  5. flyhiee official · January 10, 2019

    Reblogged this on

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  6. Muntazir · January 9, 2019

    ‘Each trunk is painting a stroke of orange and yellow nuance.’ this is really beautiful

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    • Rudra Makwana · January 9, 2019

      Thank you so much. I appreciate each and every word. It’s always a pleasure to hear from you ❤️😊

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  7. neha98blog · January 9, 2019

    Hey Keats,never stop penning.The poetry of earth is best expressed in your writing.

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    • Rudra Makwana · January 9, 2019

      Thank you for the beautiful feedback. I am really happy and overjoyed to hear that ❤️😊

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