With the advent of another season, here is a poem (separated into parts according to the photographs) I have written exclusively on winter. I hope you enjoy them! In the bleakness of winter The bare branches stood still Hanging empty As though calling out to me To seek its company Feelings of solitude trickled Like a river that is soon going dry Into my heart, they went Biting, tugging, lingering For they also found comfort within When I chanced upon you I knew, I knew right away You are the antidote to my solitude To be embraced, to be appreciated For withstanding the cold To emerge, to bloom, to be present For the solitude's heart to heal Look there, over there The grass on Mount Wakakusa Dried and forlorn Neglected and deeply longing for A fire that would set their hearts ablaze A fire that would rekindle their spirits To come full circle To celebrate life again I strolled around the palace ruins In search for something But uncertain what that was Trying to untangle threads Threads of history pulled together Let's rewind back to many millenniums ago To the Nara period, from 710 to 794 When Nara served as the capital of Japan Heijo Palace was a place Where the Emperor resided in With all its associated government offices I conjured up familiar scenes From all the period dramas I have watched And tried to time-travel back Like an intruder, an invader into the past Maybe that was what I was occupied with Watching people passing by Cycling, flying kites Setting up their cameras Connecting with fragments of history I have just learnt about earlier I let my thoughts wander And wander they did To a distant period in time While living in the present And wondering what the future will bring Our lives in this world are unpredictable Thus every moment is precious Precious enough to cherish it Till we breathe our last breath You can also find some of my other poems depicting the seasons here (all at one go):
1. early Summer, 2. Summer and 3. Autumn
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