There comes the winter – Ashish Kumar Pathak

There comes the winter – Ashish Kumar Pathak

Less noise, less hurry, less to show
real beauty, in the letting go,

We walk slower, coats are tight
we find, in cold, a sharper light

The world in Cashmere, soft yet deep
All the lakes lie still, in glassy sleep

City wears a tailored frost
edges trimmed, no line lost

Breathe like silk in cold air
All the moments held with care

Morning comes in porcelain
Pale, unhurried and so thin

Winter doesn’t beg to please
But bringing you so simple ease

The Tea steams in quiet cup
The world surely buttoned up

Snow not falling, but refined
Settled Surface design

The trees stand etched in ink and bone
Each branch a line, precise and Sewn

The light withdraws, the air so clear
A silver lush upon christmasy part of the year.

Ashish kumar pathak
Middle school Sarha
Dharhara
Munger
Bihar
India
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