about writing and life and God

Before winter comes

on October 21, 2012


Grey autumn Sunday afternoon.

The sky a heavy blanket of wet grey wool.

Trees shedding their leaves in damp heaps of gold and red.

Aladdin’s cave or dragon’s hoard,

Gold coins littering the streets, unrecognised.

‘Where your treasure is, your heart will be also.’

So short a season.

So utterly transformative.

Soon the trees will be stick-like skeletons against a white sky.


And the world turns into another year.

Is there time left to do something wonderful before the year’s end?

What would be the bold, brave, amazing showering of autumn’s beauty through our gifts?

How long does it take to write a poem?

Say ‘I love you’?

Seize the day.

Before the winter comes.

For all things must end.

Seize the day.


2 responses to “Before winter comes

  1. Kumar Gautam says:

    Just seize it, beautiful πŸ™‚

  2. Pat says:

    Nice piccy. Nice poem. πŸ™‚

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