Softly
the shimmering snowflakes flutter down
transforming
the black surface of the driveway,
and
the un-raked piles of leaves on the lawn and footpaths.
The
dark night is gently illuminated by a glowing,
thick
white pristine blanket.
The
beams of light from the lamps along the footpaths glisten,
like
an image on a Christmas card.
I
look out the window at the cold silent scene,
enjoying
the peace outside and the warmth indoors.
Minutes
go by…
scraping
the driveway, pushing the snow aside, clearing the way.
In
readiness for the morning.
Life
will resume.
Cars
will once again be driven on the snow cleared streets.
But
me? I’m retired,
and
will probably push the ‘snooze’ button on the alarm…
The YouTube link if you like it that way.
Srianee
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely poem, a reminder of the beauty and also the mess of the snow in winter. Like everything else in life it is not forever. One learns to appreciate the warmth of the sun when it arrives. Christmas and the New Year does break the monotony. Then there will be a new year and new life.
Please do check out the YouTube link for my attempt at composing and playing music for this lovely poem by Srianee. The don't think ND has done it.
ReplyDeleteWow!! I must insist everyone should see the images and listen to the YouTube clip. It makes such a difference. Wonderful composition yet again by our maestro and superb images to go with it. Great work my friend.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks ND for your kind comments. I am in touch with Lucky to make it easier to access the YouTube video from the Blog. Currently it can be done like you did by copying and pasting but I can't see all our visitors doing it that way and a simple "click" and appear would be better. All the best my friend.
DeleteThank you both. Mahen's contributions make the creative experience a whole lot more interesting!
ReplyDeleteA poem that makes the reader experience the emotions and feelings of the poet and visualize the images painted in words, is a poem that has achieved its aim. Your poem did that and it was my pleasure to add to it. Please do some more Srianee,
DeleteI am listening to the tune for the third time while making this comment. I am blown away like a snow flake and enthralled by the beauty, the serenity the meaningfulness of this composition by our talented Srianee. It is healing too if you are recovering from a bad experience and if you are lying awake at night it will soothe you. Thank you Srianee. We are privileged to have the chance to hear this and let the soothing notes flow over us. Thanks a lot from Zita
ReplyDeleteZita, many thanks for commenting both here and on YouTube. So pleased you liked it. How about a Xmas song from you?
DeleteDear Zita, I am glad you enjoyed my poem, and of course the embellishments and the beautiful music were all Mahen's contributions. The words were written after a moment of pure inspiration, after enjoying the scene outside. I think you will both agree, that one has to be 'quiet' for the inspiration to flow in. This is difficult to achieve in our daily hustle and bustle, don't you think? I second Mahen's wish for a contribution from you.
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ReplyDeleteI was imbued by the flowery language of your poem about the onset of winter.Speedy's music was very appropriate and lyrical.Well done both of you.
Thanks Sumathi and thanks for keeping touch with our Blog. You set a good example
DeleteThanks Sumathi, I am glad you liked it!
DeleteHi Srianee (Bunter) and Mahendra ( Speedy) I loved the music and the Poem. But alas old age has caught on me with every joint hurting in the winter and the dark nights depressing our moods. Yes I too lived in snow country for 10 long years and yes the first snow fall bringing some excitement but also the signals of whats ahead. In my old age I yearn for the warmth of our dear country, the food , the friendship of our classmates but my dear grand children bringing joy and pleasure its worth all the sacrifice of the cold. Happy holidays and my love to all. Rajan ( Patas)
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DeleteWelcome back to our patch. It was such a great pleasure to see you and Queelan in London in the summer. Time passed too quickly in the Malaysian restaurant as we talked of times past. As I write this rain is splattering the window but none of that white stuff yet. I live in the summer and hibernate in the winter. A SL friend asked me why British people live long. I said it is like putting stuff in the fridge. They last longer. Take care my friend and do keep in touch.
Lovely to "see you" Rajan, aka "Patas"! I share your views on Winter and the best place to be as old age creeps in with that inevitability. I have my sons, circle of friends and internet access to keep me going. Grandchildren? Not yet....! I used to love Winter with snow, early nights, warmth of the fireplace and lively TV and radio broadcasts and the Xmas atmosphere around me. Nothing has changed, apart from my perception of the World outside me. It highlights how we are in a way, a victim to our own unique to ourselves experience of the World. When I look at children play, this point is brought home most powerfully. Even in abject conditions such as in refugee camps, you see happy children playing with rubble or chasing each other gleefully. This is of course coupled with the utter sadness of watching these innocent children suffering from hunger and starvation and then I do wonder how this is possible, if we have a guardian angel. Speculation.......!!!
ReplyDeleteD R Geraint Jones.
ReplyDeleteLET ME NOT SEE OLD AGE
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Let me not see old age,let me not hear,the preferred help,the mumbled sympathy,the well-meant tactful sophisties that mock.
Pathetic husks who once were strong and free and in youth's fickle triump laughed and sang,loved and were foolish and at the close have seen.The fruits of folly garnered,and that love tamed and encaged,state into grey routine.Let me not see old age.I am content with my few crowded years;tougher and strong and song have lit the beacon of my life.Let me not see it fade,but when long september shadows steal across the square.
Grant me this wish,they may not find me there.
Sumathi.
LET ME NOT SEE OLD AGE??? The alternative is not nice either which is to die young!!
DeleteRajan, I am glad you liked this collaborative effort. I have to say that I have a 'love-hate' relationship with snow. When my daughters were very small I hated the sudden cancellations of schools, and the last minute scramble to find baby sitters etc. And since we are all physicians, taking a day off was not an option, so off I went, driving in poor road conditions with limited visibility, hoping that I wouldn't slide into someone else's vehicle. When the snow came on the weekend it was fun, sledding down a small hill at terrifying (for me) speed with the kids! It is a relief now to know that I don't have to go out at all in bad weather! Reading all the above comments, Rajan, ND, Mahen, Sumathi, why is everyone talking about 'old age?!'
ReplyDeleteDear Srianee and Mahendra, Thank you for the superb combined effort. I really enjoyed it. When I went to London in early January 1972, I expected to wade through snow every morning but I was sadly disappointed !It was during an afternoon in March that I saw flakes of snow falling from the sky from my window, for the very first time in my life. I immediately ran on to the street and allowed flakes of snow to fall on to me.It was an unforgettable experience !
ReplyDeleteSanath
Wonderful to read your comment Sanath. So glad you liked it. I have mixed feelings about snow - like the look of it - don't like the temperatures associated with it and mostly, hate walking on it when frozen!
DeleteSanath, I'm happy that you liked this collaboration. As I said in an earlier comment, snow is beautiful as long as it doesn't interfere with your life!
DeleteSrianee, A lovely poem - I nearly missed it !
ReplyDeleteThank you
Hi Rohini, I was wondering where you were! I probably missed some of your comments/contributions while I was on a 'leave of absence.' I'm glad you liked this poem.
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