I sat still under kaleidoscopic
vision of daybreaks,
counting memoirs
forming and fading,
as snowflakes
encapsulated my withered bones
in a cold embrace.
December had its own way of
choosing glitter and melodies
in richest monochrome,
as winter chill froze time
in a golden bow.
distant echoes of laughter
and roasting peanuts
paints a ghost of a smile
upon farfetched faces
while Christmas Carol
hung in the air like mistletoes.
I sit still,
underneath wandering cumulus clouds
watching how metaphorically
they paint pictures of ecstasy;
I bleed darkness
in tufts of wound up cotton balls
and watch them glide like tumbleweed.
bulbs of hope
sprouts from horizon
in elegant tendrils of amber ooze;
and I,
wash my hands
in promise of a new dawn.
Written by Shafeeda
