Winter is the season when the whole world seems to go to sleep. The weather is cold, the ground is hard, and the trees and plants seem to be dead. Since there is little else to do, it is a time that is conducive to working hard. There isn't much else to do, and the weather seems to suggest that we must buckle down and do the things that we have been avoiding. This is not a bad thing. It can very satisfying to work hard and be creative. Creativity is part of our makeup. Without a purpose in our lives, depression would quickly set in.
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An awesome scene the artist paints, expert and deft his hand.
Brush strokes swift, he draws with ease, a winter wonderland.
Landscape sketched from memory, heavens and land entwine
Rapidly the scene is set, exquisitely divine.
Awesome poetry!!!
You paint a picture so extremely grand
of a magical winter wonderland
Though Jack Frost may bite fingers, nose and toes,
his art compares to Michelangelo's.
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Shimmering lakes of silvery ice
welcomes skaters' scarring slice.
Hills adorned in lacy white
watch children sleigh into the night.
Winter's sleep so close to death,
piercing with his arctic breath.
Brittle, naked limbs stretch high
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On those cold and frosty winter's mornings when the grass crunches beneath your feet,
and you're wrapped up in layers, hats and scarves, as is everyone else you meet
When each time you exhale a breath of steam quickly disappears into the chilled air,
Brrrr, I can feel the chill from here in Australia. Love it. Great stuff.
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay
Snowy white fox of the Arctic,
was it your brush-like tail
that sprayed snow, like crystal sparks,
adorning the dark sky with a shimmering veil?
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Piles of snow beneath my boots
chilly winds blowing everywhere
snow keeps mounting on the posts
on the windows and on the roads
I loved it...It is simply perfect..thank you for giving me a lovely poem to enjoy..
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.
I live in Australia; we are experiencing devastating bush fires. Snow seems like a wonderland by sheer
contrast. Lovely poem, well deserved.
Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
Behind us as we walked along the parkway,
Our shadows danced,
I will gaze at the stars,
And maybe even Mars,
They are all so bright,
On a wonderful clear winter night,
This is really an enthusiastic poem about the season of winter. Just reading it got me so excited for the coming winter season. I don't think a point was missed in describing the thoughts,...
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