New reply from Susan Katz
<p>This poem is definitely a Suchitra poem. It has your voice, identifiable, and that's a wonderful thing to have, as a poet. This is a strong and beautifully written poem. Some great lines – "how many seasons/ shall dust our hearts" – "past telephone lines of despair." I may have to start calling it "The Suchitra Lata Featured Poem of the Month" page. However, perhaps we will post this poem next week as poem of the week. I am planning some big changes on the site, in 2022. I am hoping to make it more interactive and more accessible. I am so glad, you found your way to it and share you beautiful (and powerful) poetry with me. In admiration, Susan</p>
https://poetladykatz.com/poetry-talk/winter-sigh
Original Post by suchitralata
Winter sigh
<p>days rush by</p>
<p>faded polaroid sky</p>
<p>drops down all dry</p>
<p>only to turn glint white</p>
<p>cover up the mistakes</p>
<p>of our piled up history</p>
<p>how many seasons</p>
<p>shall dust our hearts</p>
<p>will we try</p>
<p>to see spring tender eyes</p>
<p>furled beneath bright</p>
<p>laden branches</p>
<p>sparse yet strong</p>
<p>rooted and tall</p>
<p>promise dreamt right</p>
<p>deep summer comes true</p>
<p>as a kite's flight</p>
<p>past telephone lines of despair</p>
<p>and autumn's siren call</p>
<p> </p>
<p>heal white winter sigh</p>
<p>treat me to sight</p>
<p>sweet white winter sigh</p>
<p>take me to light</p>