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An evocative poem about the winter knocking at the door by Sunila, rich in captivating imagery and brilliant metaphors, for Different Truths.
No more hot air, just scents around Cool breeze rendering stress unbound If chill hurts new embers you'll need Does Nov mean a new (novo) seed New embers assure warmth at home Chimneys dusted well to let out smoke Receding sun cuts short the day Sunsets weave a huge shawl scarlet Do you see birds rush to build nests Squirrels hoarding nuts in tree chests Bears stealing honey from bee hive Clever mechanism to survive Don't step on wood frogs under leaves In torpor skunks, bats and poor wills Wise nature welcoming winter Memories tiptoe with November
Picture design Anumita Roy
