By K.V. Raghupathi
And then came Winter dressed in a loose white cloak, melancholic, like a forlorn lover sweeping across the pale grass, dull December, cheese-like snow with hardened memories of hanging roots buried in the womb in grandiose silence under its noiseless weight. Snowfall dangled pearls on my eyelashes. And then came youthful Spring -- like a danseuse mesmerising the valleys and hills to smile, filling the woods and plains with colour and harmony, songs of joy, birds and flowers, awakening the buried strawberry memories underneath the cobalt sky with life and cheer.
K.V. Raghupathi is a former academic, poet, short story writer, novelist, critic, and book reviewer. Widely published and anthologised, he has thirteen collections of poetry, two short story collections, and two novels. Currently he lives in Tirupati, devoting full time for writing, and he can be reached at drkvraghupathi9@gmail.com
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