A Soul Stirring Morning
Gingerly stepping out nicely wrapped, inhaled
Shivering watched the hot vapours as I exhaled,
Swallowed by the icy breeze that tingled my face,
Carrying with it the invigorating heady fragrance,
Of dainty whitish pink cherry blossoms
My gaze rests on daffodils and tulips—awesome:
One pale yellow and the other inviting attention,
With its vibrant colours, coming out of hibernation.
The Dal Lake is enveloped in fog and solitude.
Villagers, in Pherens are picking logs with fortitude.
The Sun is smiling taking in the whole scene,
Birds are having a sunbath perched atop the trees.
Hill tops some dark and some lit up with sunshine
Silent witness to the morning coming out alive.
It’s kind of slushy, as my feet sink in the melting snow
I raise a toast to spring, and watch winter make a graceful bow.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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