Soaking in the warmth
Conserving energy
For the spring
When nature’s
Free bounty
Will adorn her
Bedecking in green
Restoring her
Full glory
Tag: glory
Naked
Photo by author – 1/10/2018
Shedding all its glory
The once mighty
Stands naked
Silently contemplating
Winter’s ravage
And return of spring
Where dreams come to die
‘We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘
Beware all ye who tread this road
Myriads traversed this path long before
This path is paved by their bones
Turn around, turn around
Before your dreams crush to dust
Before your dreams crush to dust
Swept under the swirling sands of history
Cries to feeble for those who follow to hear
Sordid stories of the powerful and the mighty
Spinning webs of fortune and glory
Fools following their calls of perceived glitter
Paid the ultimate price, this path doth litter
With their unfulfilled dreams
With their unfulfilled dreams
Ghosts of the tyrants and marauders of the past
False messiahs and society’s vainglorious leaders
With pretentious messages cast long shadows
With pretentious messages cast long shadows
Ruination only reward for those who follow
Does it matter who go first, dreams or dreamers
Blind followers’ dreams will lie shattered
Those who are left behind
Sheltered observers, detached all
Sheltered observers, detached all
Would rue the lessons of history not learnt
From the safe cocoons of their warm hearths
Wonder why no one heard their call
From the safe cocoons of their warm hearths
Wonder why no one heard their call
Beware ye all,
This road is the one chosen
Of all those dreamers
Who left behind their cry
Listen ye all, listen well
This road is the one
Of all those dreamers
Who left behind their cry
Listen ye all, listen well
This road is the one
Where dreams come to die
This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Twenty Four
Woods
Woods, majestic in their glory
Our many needs met
Only if we preserve and replenish these
Darlings of nature
Surely one day
Will enjoy the bounty of it all
Oh! if we do not take care
Of these majestic woods
Destruction of which
Soon be the death of ours
Wonderful are they
Offering shelters to many
On hot and rainy days
Delighting big and small, and bringing
Smiles to hearts of one and all
Week 26 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”
Monochrome World
Undefined clear blue sky lost in horizon far
All around one can see only verdant green cover
Golden sun shining bright up in the sky
Nary a cloud can be seen floating by
Fleeting Muse 