Winter Poem

The Harsh Reality Of Winter

This poem, which stylistically resembles a sonnet, is intended to contrast the beautiful and the decaying, happiness and sadness, even life and death. It conjures up a splendid image in your mind and takes it away in an instant, leaving you questioning not only its deeper meaning but your very existence. Or something along those lines.

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I live in Australia; we are experiencing devastating bush fires. Snow seems like a wonderland by sheer contrast. Lovely poem, well deserved.

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Roses And Lilies

© more by Andrew A. Charette

Published: January 25, 2020

Roses and lilies, all covered in white.
An image of beauty this winter night.
The first snow is breathtaking to behold.
The end of fall and the beginning of cold.

No more colorful leaves falling from trees.
No more hayrides or carving up turkeys.
Now is the time for snow angels and sledding,
When Christmas cheer has just begun spreading.

But the cold brings with it more than just snow.
For under that white canvas, nothing does grow.
As the days get shorter and the nights longer,
Some wish they could be a little bit stronger.

Cold to you may be when you can see your breath,
But to those beautiful flowers, cold is death.

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  • Raelene J. Elliss by Raelene J. Elliss, Australia
  • 8 months ago

I live in Australia; we are experiencing devastating bush fires. Snow seems like a wonderland by sheer
contrast. Lovely poem, well deserved.

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