Hi Ms Meena, after Brenda's winter awe, reading something very beautiful, magnificent about the winter season once again.
From title to the end, I enjoyed every bit of it. It was hard to read the imaginary you portrayed, my teeths began to chatter, but I covered myself with blanket and sat near the burning logs.
The description you gave us are so vivid. The content of the poem is so unique and original. You did full justice with the title by writing such a creative poem underneath it. I mean right from the beginning...
when Lady winter touches running water it becomes crystal memories or about making barren trees quiver with her kisses; as she walks she powders the ground with beautiful flurries instead of dust or covering everything in the color of snowflakes as far as one can see.
The third and fourth stanza started reminding me of game of thrones. I started feeling I was in winter fell and I was seeing lady winter from winter fell fully prepared with her army to rescue February by attacking her enemy (the upcoming season) suddenly, leaving no escape for her enemy.
I don't know what will happen this Monday but in my eyes, this poem is clearly a great victory and achievement for both the parties: the reader and the poet itself.
Ms Meena, you have written something that even a two pages of interpretation will be less to cover every element, every description of this beautiful scenery written in words.
All I can say, it is truly a bliss reading this poem.
Love it, Meena. Reminds me of Elsa from Frozen all grown up and transformed into Lady Winter. You’ve brought a magical, fantastical element to the season with this poem. Glad I read it while it’s still winter here. Spring is near!