Winter: some impressions

 Sweet smelling winter chill
in the air that carries the rhythmic sound of hammers
(breaking bricks at a distant construction site)
from afar,
giving a melodious beat
to the noise made by children playing outside
in colourful dresses-
that seem extra bright in winter sun.

In my study, twirling my toes
to ward off the flirtatious tickles of  young chill,
I delight in the arrival of winter;
for, colour, sound, and smell
all carry amicable strangers,
of brighter hues, unheard sounds, and newer fragrances, from afar;
the time for these guests
to arrive from far away places is here-
these beautiful winter days.

-Pulastya