Frost Magic

Dream Books Sanjeevi

Frozen verse

Touching the tip of the season

The moment the snowdrop is scattered,

That first night was cold

Slender fingers

Time to embrace the soil.

Constellation Shadows

On street lights

To become a painting of fingers,

The music of the snow wind

The song of the tree-walker.

Each sprouting frost

of the universe on fire

Sounds like breath.

Spread over the soil

That freezing white blanket,

Bears like father nature.

In the light of frost

A blanket woven by the sky,

Of the gathering daylight

Cool solar strips on the scale.

The first frost of the season,

In the surprised face of the boy who falls and gets up laughing,

As a thin white light,

Wrapped the cold earth.

The tree holds its leaves in hand,

Kissing the droplets,

A mirror of frost was the decoration.

With the river's sleeping ice-caps,

Covering her voice with silence.

The stars hide in shame,

Katiravan denied its light for a long time.

Incessantly chased by the snow wind,

Nature has written frozen verses all over the street.

The bottomless maiden of winter,

Showing his silent stream through the window.

A longing in the mind –

If only we could breathe in the frosting of this beauty!

frozen verse,

Nature's thin primary record,

Like a poem on the pages of our hearts!

Frozen verse

Of the dewy sky

The white rain that falls at dawn,

of melting air in the wave

Frozen as an emphatic word.

Welcome winter,

Nodding trees nearby,

Hides itself in thick snow

Small smiling flowering plants.

First kiss of the season

The snow that freezes in the soil's bosom,

When blooming in the open air

Reveals silent music.

On the brink of the frosty drop

The shining pink sun,

Forget the agony of loneliness

A dream to bring back the greenery.

A beautiful verse of cold air

Easily written anywhere,

Only in the tracks of the mind

It stands as a frozen verse.

The first frost of the season,

To cover the earth like a blanket of snowdrops,

Cool feast on the smile of the wind.

White mustache on the branches of trees,

A drop of water looks like pearls falling on the earth.

Even if the sun peeks through,

Enchanted by the scattering of snowdrops,

Like the white pages of a book,

Green Earth is changing.

frosted paintings on the windowsills of dreams,

When the dark clouds of the edges are obscured by the moth,

Life is elegant peace.

Winter begins here,

At the sound of bells,

In the laughter of the shining stars in the sky.

This frost is a poem,

Frozen verse between sky and earth.

Like a blanket of fine gray hair,

The ends of the grass freeze before the eyes,

Plays in Kathiravan's hand light.

In the pure breath of dawn,

The world forgets itself,

In the sweet silence of a snowy dream,

The beauty of silence speaks.

Houses and flats,

Like the sleeping moment of a flower,

frozen by the minute,

Like a melody in the ear.

Over Kottamarai stream,

frosted gray light glass,

An intense dream of vision,

May be God's intervention.

Light arrays of heat,

slowly melt the frost,

Awakening the sleeping flowers,

For a new life.

The first poem of winter,

A painting of breath-taking moments,

Frost in our hearts

Lives like a bouquet of memories.

Expanding on this season's issue,

Floating to the song of the stars,

The first frost fell,

Showed the whiteness of silence.

A breath of air freezes in an instant,

The sounds of the everyday fade into shadows,

The whole world is covered with a brown umbrella,

Winter has run its course.

falling snowdrops,

embracing the valley's petals,

The river mirrors itself,

Revealed the nature of the times.

For returning heat,

To build sprouting green dreams,

Earth painted with snow,

Said creepy times.

Listen to the frozen verse,

It is the first flush of the season,

The melody of the life-giving wind,

The gentle wake of the white sun!

The magic of frost

The first whimper,

As a colored envelope falling from the sky,

Spread in the soil as thin particles,

Scattered bronze armor flows over the earth.

Wind through the back roof,

The inner moments of the cold embrace,

The season's new-born handmaiden

It tastes delicious as a meal accompaniment.

At the tip of the green leaves are pearls,

Sunlight is split into rays.

The smooth vibrations of its transparency,

It unites snow and flower.

A cloud of muggle embraces in frost,

The sky wears a spectrum of whiteness,

Appearing in frozen lakes,

Ice forms the glass of the Earth.

Moments of a beautiful frost,

The love languages of the seasons.

Casting a kind of magic every day,

The cold carries the mellow poetry.

A sculpture of frost

In the movement of frost,

Water drop on fingers cool words,

It wears off without fading away

A white spread spreads over the soil.

The bubbles turn into pearls of glass,

Cheeks of shadows cast bronze,

Dances to the song of the wind

Before the freezing drops melt,

Creates within the mind

Song of cold, shadow of time,

The sun also blossomed to spread the lotus of the wind.

In the waking eyes of winter

Crowning snow flowers,

Earth artist in his arms

Completes writing of Duval characters.

soft cradle,

White pearls unfolded

The bride and groom stood in the freezing cold.

On the grassy meadow,

The sun by its rays

As a painter,

He made the snowdrops shine.

Words frozen in the tip of the grass,

Like a bronze drum on the green,

set foot,

Like mysteries that soon dissolve.

Frozen branches in the embrace of the wind,

Telling stories in the familiar cold,

Screams beautiful

Produce, the poetry of nature.

The mist around the trees,

As the foam of the sandalwood sea,

sing unseen hymns,

It creates the soft music of winter.

This mystical frost,

Like a mid-air dream

Traces blindly;

In the dance of falling snow

The poet stands and enjoys in silence In the year 2024..