Winter is entering
in to my bones,
after giving a touch
to my eyes.
Winter is giving the potter
a chance to survive,
after calling the carpenter
to fill up the gap.
Here is see, winter
on my table, on my chair
and also on my bed.
Coming of winter is not new
but a routine process
you can assess.
gajanan mishra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-is-entering/
