Winter Home

Pine trees that bordered the brick road
Blue sky painted the world above,
As butterflies craved for the Summer Song.

The house blew a cold wind in a shudder,
And blue bells frothed with November frost.

A heart that once lay asleep,
Woke to the bells of winter.
A heart that was once putrid,
Embraced the cold winter wind.
Post for 3WW #326.
It has such a long time since I posted a literary post.
Hope you guys liked it!


  1. Nice poem. We are just moving out of our winter. Had a few butterflies, but no bluebells yet.

    1. Oh! I see! I wish I knew that! :( It's just that I've never seen snow before or experienced a proper winter. So all I do is imagine the scenario.
      Will not mention bluebells again! :D

  2. Wow! Both the picture and the words are very beautiful and evocative.

  3. Chanced upon your blog and enjoy reading it!

  4. So beautiful, I love thick snow. The poem is nice!


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