Silently it sits waiting for the spring
Never losing its place on the frigid ground
Often wondering what else storms may bring
With the cloudy sky cooling all around
Love isn’t lost when there is no reason
And the chair has dealt with two bodies close
Cozying up during another season
Every minute having spent as they chose
Donning a cushion of snow it shivers
Cruel winds chill its fairly frozen frame
Hurriedly as they freeze close by rivers
And unwilling to be milder and tame
It’s waiting for you and maybe for me
Recalling the warm times from memory
By Ranjit K. Sahu
This photograph is clicked by Ranjit
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