Winter's Glass: Poem

 

Tinted with frosty gel

In my lap a drop fell

Like a magical spell

In my forbidden cell

Painted all with

In soft color of hues

Washed all the dust

 & all  my blues

With trembling hands

I feel

Crumbling are all the walls

Gathered under my feet

I can no longer 

Resist to that winter’s glass

When silence holds its breath

And symphony comes to pass

His eyes became 

My winter’s glass

Of his fondness

& admiration that ever lasts

Zahra Huma

Nov 22 2025