The Gray Of Winter Poem by Savita Tyagi

The Gray Of Winter

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All eyes waiting for spring
But winter is in no hurry to leave.

The gray cement is filled with icy granules.
Air filled with icy crystals stings and bites
Walkers like blowing sand.

Grass blades draped in frozen ice
Brittle like sprayed hair of a woman.
Tiny weed flowers die unappreciated.

Mighty sun is lost in the vast gray sky.
Behind winter's gray veil the earth
Is barren of vibrant colors.

Monotonous is winter's gray.
A dismal blankness towers
Upon all parts of the day.

A red bird sits on the gray fence,
Surveys in silence the gray shingles
And trees devoid of life and leaves.

A gray squirrel holds her tail
Against a gray stem in a momentary
Slumber of melancholic silence.

The gray earth littered with
Gray pine cones and dry needles
Hides in her bosom melic colors of spring.

All this gray eminence wields
An unusual power upon my weary
Old will and pensive thoughts.

3.1.2019

Tuesday, March 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 28 March 2019

A gray squirrel holds her tail Against a gray stem in a momentary Slumber of melancholic silence...................... Sometimes such a greyness overcasts our mind too! The pervading greyness of winter is beautifully illustrated through a series of powerful images. A 10

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Khairul Ahsan 14 March 2019

A true imagery of gray winter drawn in words. The last stanza is the best, but I cannot but appreciate the most beautiful line: 'Tiny weed flowers die unappreciated'. At least, let us appreciate them here in this poem.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 11 March 2019

Winter is clever. Winter does not want to leave the place soon although Spring has arrived. Still grey cement is filled with ice garments. Icy crystals are still floating in air. Old and pensive thoughts float here with gradual beauty. An excellent imagery is beautifully drawn and this poem is penned with care and expression. This is an excellent poem...10

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Aqua Flower 09 March 2019

Winter is definitely stubborn to leave. Gray are the days and I look forward to spring where we all feel alive! Great piece of writing, Savita!

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Susan Williams 08 March 2019

I am soooooooooooooooooooo tired of the snow. For one thing, we usually have maybe 3 days of snow per winter here. This year it hasn't stopped snowing. Pensive thoughts.? Buried under them! ! ! Very good write, Savita!

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