Poem by Monika Ajay Kaul
Winter Hues..!!
I wonder, is Jack Frost
in love with monochrome?!
Winter calls dusk early
and the soft grey clouds
coddle the sun’s fleeing rays.
Thoroughfares start resembling
a vintage photograph, each
capture in hues of grey.
The sight swells to blackness
and leisurely the night falls.
Trees draw out silhouettes
below the pristine silver sky,
its azure hue, fallen until morn.
Their branches sway in the wind,
and shadows dance to and fro
like hoary ghosts.
The last ray of the sun
kiss the leas,
the greens and yellows dissolve
into inky blue-black
under the silvery moonlight.
But that’s when rhe dusk
makes a promise of the dawn.
