Snow blizzards take the world away.
Nothing, new or old, appears.
We keep waiting and waiting.
The cold air sinks in so deep,
there is only silence left,
so hauntingly of the wild.
Of the soggy earth,
last blade of grass,
moon against flags.
Everywhere you looked,
there was rupture of time.
The red cardinal found her nest, still.
©Vaishali Paliwal
Moonwater 