SNOW LACED CHAIR, A Poem by Ranjit K. Sahu

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