Au Contraire
Teak wood flowers, snow drops
cluster on every branch,
small fragrant ones;
a blizzard without a warning
on a November morning,
it’s as if winter set in early.
They left shadows and
the leaves crocheted ;
a white haze on the hills,
spring time, summer time,
refusing to let winter in.
The first poem by Mamta Madhavan which was previously published at http://www.shwibly.com/otherthingsshwibly.htm .