Rolling fog that

Curtail my eyes

To the existing life,

Bare trees of desolate wood

Neither brings the charm

Nor any semblance of a life,

Where, insipid is the frozen water

And eradicated vitality

Invites: to sleep.

Visible life disappears

As tear turns into ice

Snow fascinates me as it wraps

Whenever the season of death begins

With it’s cold and bright,

Illuminates my heart

To lie: beneath.