Arti Chopra - White Magic

Spring is dawning to a close,
the breeze is sometimes, cool
darkness falls faster,
now winter will begin its rule

I will love the white magic
the snow when it arrives,
a blanket of white, covering the ground
disrupting our daily lives.

pure unblemished snow
as far as the eye can see,
weighing down the pine tree branches.
a soundless, white symphony.

the snow tells me something,
when it drifts down softly,
look forward to a brighter dawn,
cover all that negativity..

white is a pure colour
a symbol of purity,
let your mind be like snow
let it not get soiled, dirty.


and I watch the young and old
delighting alike..and frolicking merrily,
making snowmen, throwing snowballs
cars inching forward, gingerly....

the trees are weighed down heavily,
branches near touching the ground,
softly and surely
it continues to fall
its silence, the only sound.

I can never make up my mind
which scene has more beauty,
is it the fresh green of spring?
or the white snow in its purity..

and I marvel, and I realize...
each season has a grand design,
for each period of cold and darkness,
will follow a season fine.

so when you are in the winter,
a period of life's despair
take heed from Gods lessons,
that spring is nearly there.

just as their is beauty in winter
there must be a meaning for your despair,
a lesson He has sent you,
to learn from life, and prepare.

we brace up for the cold weather,
the harshness we must face,
so in life,
each season, each event,
does always have its place.

Arti Chopra

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