Imbued deeply in the
smell of petrichor,
covered in the ethereal aurora
with white crystal drops
spattered on the blades of the grass;
as if the white pearls lay
dispersed on the carpet of pink flowers..
with the cognizance of freshness
of the season’s first frost…
Caressing the dew drops
with the smoothness of fingers
drenched in the coziness of winter;
Wondering to attune forever
to the rhythm of the moment….!!