A winter morning …
A winter morning
The morning sunbeams half mindedly peek
through a looming lattice of gray clouds,
as if hesitating to engage in the routine combat
with the menacing winter cold,
and then resign gracefully to navigate the skies,
shredding the thick, dark mantle of past night.
Light filters stealthily through the tightly drawn blinds
tugging at minds so lost to sleep’s bliss,
forcibly bringing them from enchanted dream lands
to meet the day’s mundane demands,
as pangs of alertness focus on the dreary prospect
of greeting yet another winter morning.
Outside, the heavy air of melancholy lingers
as laborious breaths are exhaled in white puffs,
and feet tread slowly through the slippery spaces
in treacherous, snow laden sidewalks,
while ambivalent nature seems to search for some reason
to take pride in her colorless costume.
I stare in awe at this serene graveyard
of summer’s warmth and autumn’s hues,
feeling humbled by the majesty of this ephemeral phase
which cleanses the collage knitted on earth’s slate,
for new dreams to be etched in prettier patterns
in the concealed crevices of next spring.
© Anjana Vipin E