SPRING IN WINTER

cold winter
still popping out
of some leaves in pot;
grandeur in stay calm
for some time now;
fallen twigs and branches
foray we will have rebirth again.






A walk in my garden
all round snow capped ,
Beyond this transparency ,
this numb idleness, a crave
Of buds eager to spread out
their smiles, some pecking is
on elsewhere, little girl
dancing looking at sky.
Hope blossoms .