Wintry Air
The chill air of winter kiss passionately my unprotected bare face
As if I’ve been stabbed by the sword of death
My extremities freeze
I feel numb
Painless, pale
O cold, cruel winter
Please go away
I await patiently for the arrival of warm season once again
When the fruits of summer shall be rich, sweet and juicy and ripened to the core to taste
And the fragrant flowers of spring shall be budding, blossoming beneath a sky full of lovely twinkling starry flame
All my rivers, streams, rills will be flowing easy, carefree upon the sylvan, serene plains
Winter O winter
Please go away
I wait so patiently for the arrival of warm season
Chill air of winter is freezing everything that sleep or stand with her deepfrost chilled frosty breath
Fruits and flowers
Vessels and veils
Mounts and mountains
Founts and fountains
Valleys and veils all lay covered with the shawl of snowflakes
Wintry air is blowing in the bay of blissful faith
Where blue-bells play
Blue-belly butterflies connect
Fireflies fly all night, lighting torches in darkness
And the sailing sails silence the sirens salvaging the lost souls of the drowning seamen
Roses ruby red reprimand the wayward worms, insects not to disturb and distress the beauty-sleep of the chaste, maidenly roses
By pecking and poking into the roses’ depthless romance
Wintry air
Wintry air
Go away
Go away
Away, away, away
Far, far, far away
To the land where winter sail, snow stay
Tall, arched structures of snow lay still and stagnant
Sleeping and dreaming timeless tideless like a ageless saint sagacious ancient
Who had discovered suddenly the secret of life meaningless
Chill wintry air numb my pain
My vision get hazy
My teeth shiver on their ends
My feet get glued to the frozen lake
The jaws of winter sink their sharp, freezing teeth into my frost-bitten-flesh
I begin to lose my senses of time and space
Sky swivel
Ground felt supportless
Next thing I knew I felt as if I had disappeared in the infinite spatial maze
O wintry air
My desire dwindle
While my lust leap in flame by the aphrodisiac winter ale
She makes love to me so sweet so gentle
So wild
So wet
She resurrects my dead frozen flesh
As if by striking the inflammable gaseous spark of the Milky Way
She seems to be Aphrodite in my dreaming dale
Where daffodils dance
Faith rest
Robin sing
Nightingales paint the picture of lost love with the paint of love-lipped-flame
Wintry air
Wintry air
Go away
Sail away
Melt
Vanish
Be the end
Yet we cannot foretell the unfolding of the coming events
After all we are all temporary formations in bone-and-flesh
Watery faucets
Beating and breathing as long as the hearts keep pumping the plasma-floating platelets, blood cells
An enigmatic enigma
A cryptic cave
Wintry air kiss my face
The forest of winter reflect to refract the reflecting sun-ray
The whole surface of the forest seem to be so surreal
Such a beautiful scene she present in the soft hue of the wintry veil
Divine dew-drops art frozen to the phases of suspended suspense
Fairly fairy forms in icicles create the color of rainbow as the winter sun pass through the tunnel of prismatic icicles
Islets of snow are floating around the half-submerged surfaces of the warming up lakes of the twilight-torn Artic cells
Beautiful
Beautiful winter
Thou art essence of my strange unknown self
Thy snow-white chastity
Thy silver-spring-frozen-serenity make me falling in love to thee again and again
As I sleep I hear you whisper from the land far, far away
Swinging me to sleep upon thy love-swing you make me forget the pain and paleness that I incurred as debt
To thy kind wintry fair I always find comfort and solace
Winter
Winter
Winter
Do not go away
Please come stay
I’m sorry to what I said
You can come and stay
Without you it wouldn’t be the same
All the fun of winter would be lost if you decide not to stay
Every season is precious
Every season is important
Every beat and breath o’ life wouldn’t be the same if winter decided not to sleep, play, and stay
Wintry air
Wintry air
Come O please kiss me to feel my love for thy wintry way
Woebegone wintry air consummate my withering wedding bed
O let the bells of happiness ring
Winter has come to stay
By Kumar Kama (c)
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