Abandoned

P.C KL Caley

I abandoned my idea of toil,

at the doorstep of sombre staid,

January morn blinks and is gone,

disturbing a thought of nothingness.

On the corridors, where time stops still,

evaporating at dusk,

and transpiring at daybreak, remains of yesterdays hang loose,

Those winter musings,

shrivel on background of,

unrelenting mist.

Grips of winter tighten their hold,

as todays become nostalgia,

longing caves in

while i snuggle under a comforter.

It’s not just me, bird chirps are hardly heard in the morn,

they gather around a pole to keep each other warm,

around mid noon there’s a streak of sunlight,

they hustle to rustle up a meal.

I look forward,

Youthful days of summer gone by,

feisty colours of autumn dance by,

chirpy calls of spring romance while,

prudence says,

hug the winter climes ,

and gaze at the rarely spotted star,

remembering the golden times.

145 words

Acknowledgements :- Thank you KL Caley for hosting #writephoto. The above photo is the prompt. Thank you Sanaa Rizvi for hosting Poetics at dVerse. The prompt is to pen a poem describing a typical day in January, becoming the embodiment of winter. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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