In this foggy winter morning
Memories ring
Your words wake up
From dream’s own cup
This winter morning’s pale, frail, sun
Touches no one
This cold heart wants
A bit of warmth
This dawn recalls those crystal days
When all were gay
Happiness flowed
Even nights glowed
Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #24 hosted by Thotpurge
sumanar/lekha 
Definitely felt that winter morning. Well done.
There is an interesting progression in this — from the memories, to the cold heart seeking warms to maybe finding it a bit in the thoughts of happier days. Perhaps even in winter, nights can glow – just in different ways. And the warmth will not be so fleeting.
You did it beautifully.:-)
The cold emphasises the grief of what has gone…the winter of discontent… nicely done Sumana! Thanks for Sharing with Micropoetry Month!
I can feel those memories of warmer times during the cold of winter. I LOVE “Your words wake up from dream’s own cup.”
Love this one. Very nice!
A new poetic form!! I might try it. The poem has a bit f sadness of heart, may it be turned to happiness.