Poetry

Snowdrops

The snowdrops had this flare About them Calling on your patience, As you watch them dance from their stems, To mingle among the crystalline depths, Decorating your land with an end, But, They had this quietude in the way they rest, Instead of roaring with vain unrest.   © Soshinie Singh

Poetry

Nectar

Buried deep in the meadows, Blanketed by the bosom Of my abode, I am surrounded by, The silky covers of velvet, And wings wade through to greet me, As I call to my many lovers (bees) To come relish my sweet juices Breakfast! Lunch! Dinner! Served And spread harmony across the lands, On winged backs,… Continue reading Nectar