Submission by Bharati Nayak

[Bharati Nayak]

Dear Fabrizio and all poets,

This is my poem  on Winter  and it is unpublished.

How I See the Winter

I see the Winter 

In the layers of wrinkles 

Of the old woman.

I see 

How the mist spread 

On river , mountain  and fields

and make them blurred 

Like the vision of her cataract -inflicted eyes .

Cold wind bites her fragile body

She holds her walking stick tightly

And stares blankly

To the fields,

 where once crops grew in plenty ,now 

 Lying empty .