THE HOLY GRAIL

THE HOLY GRAIL

The boulevards were gilded with gold, yet all roads don't lead to Oz

The picture perfect sky above was a shimmering puddle of the brightest hue

A placid lake of cornflower blue but not for long

When twilight descends with saturnine indigo and onyx songs

Springtime of powder puff clouds and Sakura blooms

Make way for the coronation of the snow queen and her icy rain

Pewter skies rumble and shrouds the cityscape with a glacial cloak

Mustering a ounce of valor the shy wintry sun peeking at the horizon cast a glow in a diluted tint of apricot

In the throes of a wanderlust I set out to catch the elusive beam

It was always just of reach even from the highest rocky tops and snow-clad peaks

The terrain rose to meet my soles, the blizzards catapulting me further

Towards the autumn light and across distant shores of oceans voluminous,

With a golden compass on a quest so uncanny,

To seek a greener patch of grass was a futile journey

The curves and the turns, over the dales and sloping valleys

The crossroads were puzzling, the dead ends perplexing

Juniper, pine, jade and lime, the right shade of green was a dollar a dime!

Navigating my way back I arrive at my sanctuary

From a sojourn so defeated I propped my easel and a canvas

Painted my own sunshine and meadows splattered with swards harlequin and grasses smaragdine

The masterpiece was mine to unfurl with inks and quills that was my own Holy Grail !

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

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