More winter musings

Sitting on the train staring at the grey landscape... it seems like it has rained every day for a long time. A few thoughts...

A thought in the gloom

The dull grey scenery shuffling by
A leaden procession of gloom outside
As the rain slowly falls and smothers the land
With its incessantly miserable hand

Winter drifts by and nary a cry
We look stoically forward with a silent sigh
With resignation, we wish and wait
For spring to arrive with undue haste

What purpose now is served by the cold
Making us creak and feel so old
Perhaps a much needed brief respite
Ere the world once more does spring to life

If everything happened at once perhaps
The cycle of life would soon collapse
So now we wait, the days we abide
Till spring doth arrive in it's own good time

Winter... a morning moment

After writing A Leaf recently I wanted to try and build some momentum. So, coffee in hand I sat in the morning winter sunlight, early in the morning and I found something to say. Being surrounded by a beautiful landscape certainly makes it easier though...

Winter
The sun rises late and casts in the morn
A pale gentle blanket that's not quite warm
The crisp winter sunlight over the land
A telltale sign of winter's cold hand

High up above the sharp flickering white
Catching the eyes, a magpie's flight
While life goes on at a much slower pace
It never does pause, does never abate

The Eucalypt's greens will always surround
Guardians watching with never a sound
Save the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze
A nurturing whisper from beautiful trees

With bated breath the world still awaits
The coming of life that spring creates
Not patient perhaps, rather simply resigned
To seasons that turn only in their own time

A leaf

I thought I'd try something a little different. I've wanted for a while to be able to write on a more regular basis and decided to look at the process from another perspective. A friend suggested recently that I think about combining more than one art form. This an attempt to do that.

Closing my eyes in a warm quiet room I let my mind wander to see where it would lead me. After a few minutes I remembered a photo I had taken recently of a leaf. I followed the thought and this is where it would lead me... 

I can feel the stir of life begin

Emerging with a gentle urgency  

A crisp, clean spring awaits

My first tentative, tender reach

Uplifted by the golden, warming sun

The urgency now strong, driven

Into spring into life

At last bursting green and verdant
  

The raindrops for upon me

Quenching, filling, giving

To me, my work increases

A channel for life and growth

Time passes... day by day

Slowing, tiring, toiling

The days are growing longer

One by one. I feel it coming

A chill touch heralds the coming end

A willing sacrifice I need to make

To help the greater life

To live, to grow, to prosper

Darkness all around is all

I see and feel now

The welcome end is nigh

A final sigh, I give my last, 

I am no more, an empty husk

The merest breath of wind

Enough to breach the bond

Of leaf to tree, I am no more

In my final sacrifice I gave

What little life I had to give

That once again the cycle might

Turn to life in spring once more

Rain... Inspired by a friend

I was on the way home from the gym and read something a friend had written..."There's something so beautiful about the sound of falling rain..." A beautiful thought, inspiring words...

The first thought that came to mind after reading it was this...

The soft patter of spring rain
A random rhythm of gentle chaos
Each drop a gift from the world
Bearing, sustaining, begetting life

Perhaps a summer storm rolls in
The roiling clouds and thunder
Of the elements in full cry
A deluge that fortifies and cleanses

The golden hues of autumn herald
The last frenetic surge, a seasons's life
Flinches 'neath the first chill bite
A promise of more so soon to come

And now the piercing, pelting drive
Of winters icy hand descends
Each drop of rain a touch of cold
That helps complete the dark embrace

And now the seasons turn again
Spring rains arriving, urging forth
The stirring green and budding life,
Of nature's never-ending gift to all

Inspired by a friend. Thank you.