Winds
Wind will soon,
Spread its wings.
Those buried leaves and twigs,
Will shiver and swoon.
There will be a strange delight,
When winter will walk in shades of white.
A short season from cold to frigid,
With trips of dustings to blizzards of snow.
And a smile will spring,
When a thought springs of spring.
Shehnaz Gujral
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