On a gloomy winter morning,
When boughs stood mourning,
With an agonized mind,
I left my home behind...
Lanes laid in snow,
Footsteps mine - A friend in tow...
Ice-topped mountain peak,
Granting glimpses when I keek...
The snow crunched below,
A withered bloom laid low,
Giving way to red blobs of cherry...
A little finch sang in merry...
The tinge of sadness,
That weighed my heart,
Like a dew dropp trickling down,
Withdrew....Soothing me...
As the winter's gift I had!
Raihana Abdul Jabbar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-s-gift/
