Waiting for Winter

Oh, Winter, where art thou?
I miss you and how!
All we get,a brief glimpse of you,
In the drops of morning dew,
On the leaves when they dance,
And tell us of your fleeting presence.
Soon,out comes the Sun,
And spoils their frolic and fun.
You melt away and they drown, 
In his scorching glare and angry frown. 
But the Wind sings your song in anticipation,
You feature in Mother Nature's rendition. 
Show up,long awaited Winter,
In lakes and ponds crystal clear,
The White Celebration lies in wait,
When will the fire crackle in the grate?
November waited much too long,
To hear your footsteps of old.
How long before December wakes up,
To find you at her threshold ?!

Chandni