A winter getaway

Continuing the holiday theme from last time, this is a piece I wrote in July last year – on a short winter holiday.

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Mountains stand tall,
Majestically rising over the valley below,
Dams holding water –
the precious containers
marking the end of a flow so precious,
years after the drought has departed.

Our brightest star
still illuminates all,
late on this winter’s afternoon,
monumental peaks casting shadows down
onto sheer cliff faces underneath.

A getaway from the pressures of life,
a time to take in the splendour
of nature’s ever-lively presents:
the bubbling of frogs in the long grass beneath,
the subtle tweeting of birds,
the psithurism of the trees’ worship –
swaying ever so gently
by the permission of their Lord.

Chimneys smoke all around,
as hypnotic fires are lit in these temporary homes,
a natural giver of warmth,
most welcome against the biting cold
of the year’s greatest season.

A column of smoke rises straight ahead,
forming a ‘T’
atop which sits a faint grey mushroom,
while cars and trucks
traverse the highway in the distance;
drivers eager to make it home
before the erasure of another day’s light.

Too many photos have I taken,
too much time spent on a screen,
Betraying my ambitions for peace,
by indulging in what pulls me away
from opportunities staring me in the face.

Weariness creeps over my eyes,
spirit waning
after nights so long,
yet far too short of rest.

Clothes and towels strewn
Over chairs, tables, and railings;
the remnants of the day’s swims,
in this water wonderland
divorced from home.

We drove through a mountain on the way,
Barrelling through the man-made tunnel;
A wonder how humans find ways
to ease the path through so immense a barrier.

Fields of brown and green stretch out below,
a wisp of lavender, too,
as the light plays tricks on my vision.

The smoke has transformed,
now a thin dragon heading South,
wings behind, legs off the ground,
head extended,
as his eyes focus on the mountain ahead.

He must ascend
if his flight is to take him further,
heading into light and shadow
as the setting sun throws out its final light
before retreating for rest…
hours before another short day arrives.

The ever-present hum of the highway continues,
and time ticks on,
as I must depart to my next station,
and leave this solitude behind.

I’ll write again,
perchance,
or simply gaze upon these wonders
in as much silence as I’m permitted.

But for now,
I must leave this episode:
a perfect moment
nestled safely in this winter getaway.

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7th July 2021

6 thoughts on “A winter getaway

  1. “Too many photos have I taken,
    too much time spent on a screen,
    Betraying my ambitions for peace,
    by indulging in what pulls me away
    from opportunities staring me in the face.”

    How beautiful and true, Yacoob; thank you. And gorgeous photos, too!

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