Festivals around
the season turning at its peak now
frozen are my feet
numb the fingers
wonder what I write around
the season of gifts
the weather of surprises
the friends gonna meet
though the pandemic
made us distance apart
but the sticky fingers glued
as the screens connected the distanced souls
packing the gifts
turning a santa
a child who waited with stockings
never knows would wait for Santa
or should turn a santa
with season freezing at peak
the roads swept
with those who laid
under the bare sky
wonder will warm milk
bring warmness to the distraught souls
Maybe festivals are at peak
for some seasons don’t turn around
new year approaching soon
yet for some its just adding a candle to life
what season
what festival
calls the heart inside
bereft some souls dry