The casting winter

Onset of winter and the memories linked with winter.

The casting winter breeze,

In shades of cloudy trees.

The heap of fallen leaves,

The buzz of humming bees.

A beauty undefined,

The freezing of the mind.

Childhood memories bind,

The waves of winter wind.

The golden days, I know-

The trees with squeaking crow-

With branches dry to show,

And milder rays to flow.

Sitting beneath the sun,

To read the books of fun,

When pages of history turn,

As everything was done.

Books with innocent prose,

With will & wish I chose-

Various poems & shadows,

Aah!! Today my eyes do close.

The study of the soil,

How leaders used to toil-

How fungi cause a spoil,

All sank beneath my oil.

My mom so sweet and smart,

Drove me and my cart-

She taught me how to start,

Now, the end is all my part.

Life, you are so nice,

Sometimes foolish, but wise,

I need to pay a price,

As grains of shining rice.

With labour, time and skill-

I shall sign all my deal-

With ever revolving wheel,

Winter-awaiting thy feel.