Prophetic woes plummeting across places
I've seen this misery and fright drawn on faces.
Winter is coming as my pen dwelt,
As sharp as a sword, this tremors are felt.
Its freezing embrace so vile and severe
Winter is coming like a harsh, sharp piercing spear.
These colourful flowers with their bowed heads,
Winter is coming all the bloom will fall dull in shreds.
Heartless as it comes turning everything stone,
Yes I've seen it all, unforgiving and biting to the bone.
Winter is coming how far will these-go,
Uprooting these unsheathed inner-core.
Pressing thistle chills deep in our pores,
Winter is coming surely like foes.
All fell before my eyes, ruptures across the spheres,
This unforeseen a decree frozen in nature for years.
Winter is here, alerts from the high watchers,
As we stumble to batten down the hatches.
As time shifts shadows of lights painting grief,
Winter is coming I can hear the sounds of gnashing teeth
In this thin freezing air all will vanish
Winter is coming, proclaiming a vanquish.
Creeping under our feet, cold and devouring
Winter is coming its long, dark blanket sprawling.
All this spring and heat will be dead in the past
Winter is coming declaring an unforgettable cast.
All fell before my eyes...keen observation of natural disasters.. Your title invited me to go through this wonderful work... nicely put
Very powerful and heart moving imagery! .. Ever so deeply expressed! .. Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++
Creeping under our feet, cold and devouring-----that is where my freezing starts--the feet on that cold cold ground--- very good choice of cold details in this poem---5 stars
I've seen this misery and fright drawn on faces.----these words plunged me right into the heart of this poem---a vivid sketch of the misery on their faces! excellent!
Thank Susan, as harsh as winter is, so is the situation we face on this planet, pandemic, wars...all kind of harsh viruses and the worse is yet to come!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi, lovely poem. I know how harsh winter can be, especially in South Africa, my nephew used to live there, at Cape Town. And I lived in Delhi for quite long. May I request you to please visit my poems, "A Winter in Delhi " and "The Doomsday Prophet ", on winter and Autumn, respectively
Indeed Unnikrishnan this is the winter of the world, i will take time and visit your poetry page man, thanks for the comment I hope Delhi is good!