Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The beginning of winter
The winters hold....
Empty branches
Emptier hands
Living but dying
Without any plans
Breathing; beating....
Seeing
The best that you can?!
Seeing
Being
This barren land....
Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The midst of winter
Your growing old
Drying rivers....
Drier eyes
Another day closer
To the end, of your time!?
Time
Closer....
To the cold, inside
The dead of winter
The death of a life
The death in a world
That is dying; they cry....
Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The end of winter
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The winters, toll?!
Note: A retro repose from the
Winter of 06 & 07, I believe?
"'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
Lonely, December Calendar folio awaiting removal
New calendar waiting to unfold and adorn the wall
Midnight human congregation beating star constellation high
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Successful, toast to mark rise from dust speck to living pollen
Failures, drench in drink, surrendering control to cerebellum
Joy or grief, party clamour crescendo does not die
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Wishes exchanged fast like batons passed on relay race track
Desperate reciprocation, as if wishes alone to make or break
Resolution for efforts nowhere in circulation, none knows why
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Not almighty, human fragmented life into many a year
For HIM full life is a year, Death a threshold of New Year
Live to rise spiritually, on Death let HIS celebration toast clink high
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
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Written by - Hitendra Mehta
Entry for Members Contest Nov 2011 - "Ring out wild bells to the wild sky" by Dr Ram Mehta
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