The sky, a canvas of grey and white,Sighs softly over the sleeping town.Bare trees stand, guardians of the light,Their shadows long, on pavements drown.A gentle chill, the air does carry,As clouds parade in silent jest.The streets, deserted, seem to tarry,In this quiet, a tranquil rest.A lone bird sings, its melody sweet,A hopeful tune, amidst the…
March’s Musing Misty mornings, draped in dew,Amidst the chill, a sunbeam breaks through.Raindrops patter, a rhythmic dance,Clouds part ways, giving light a chance.Harbingers of spring, quietly tread,Winds of change, in the air spread.Early blooms dare to appear,Adorning the earth, year after year.Tempests roar, then silence, serene,Heralding life, in hues unseen.Endings blend into beginnings anew,Rejoicing in…
In the brisk embrace of the March wind,A tale of rebirth quietly pinned.Through the lanes it sweeps, bold and unkind,Bearing stories of winter left behind.With a painter’s touch, green strokes it lends,On trees standing tall, the canvas bends.Nature’s breath, in gusts that twist and twine,Crafting scenes with a flourish so divine.Yet within its howl, a…
