Monday, November 20, 2017

Winter morning

Don't know why but everytime
I think of winter,
 how I hear bells chime,

Somewhere up there in hills,
Where once had we that feel
Of mist and dew and roads running quiet
All drenched by softest light,
And how we kept on walking through
The fog and foliage to get that view
Of the hills and their sun kissed peaks
How there once a sabbatical we did seek,
How that sojourn and many more after
With a feeling of warmth comes winter,
A bit ascetic sometimes, the sombre gongs,
Sometimes colorful, with cakes and songs, 
How winter brings so many things
Pines, deodars and trees incense bearing.
( the painting attached for illustrative purpose is done by Mopasang Valath, an artist and landscape painter hailing from Kerala, India, who follows varied media, but mostly watercolor. This one is acrylic on canvas ) 



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