Sun erases snow
wind howls
winter beseeches.
The church spire
stands mute,
unmoved,
cold.
The wind pauses
its howl,
lunchtime beckons.
School children run
to grab a
windfall of leaves.
Snow motes swirl
ruffling the air’s hair,
the earth’s an eager
bosom.
Children conjure up
castles, snowmen.
The wind screams
tearing through
flags, bare trees
windows
and a sheet of
congealed memory,
unfreezing on the
surfacce–
a foggy morning in
my hometown
half a world
away.
Bhaswati Ghosh 
Thanks for the like, Mihir.
Thanks, Joyce!
Beautiful, Bhaswati!
Many thanks, Mohsin!
Achyut, thanks!
Beautiful! So much pathos in so few lines… God bless ur pure soul!
Thank you, Kaberi di. You words mean so much to me.