An Image of Winter Rutvik Dhiman Buried blankets now bellow over our railings, Dusted and dried, for a war with winter, waiting and training. Warm white milk mugs we hold with both our hands, Both our legs crossed close, frost froze. Now is when we sleep the most. Heavier and heavier our eyes Softer and softer our minds Colder and colder the weather Hope I could see the snow now or maybe later.