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.
Beautiful descriptions of the winter season. Great job!
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Shimmering lakes of silvery ice
welcomes skaters' scarring slice.
Hills adorned in lacy white
watch children sleigh into the night.
Sensational tresses like locks of snow
Passionate eyes like embers aglow
A pale face with indication of desire
Surrounded by subtle white fire
So beautiful! A new way to see winter in my life. Too bad it doesn't snow near my home.
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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?
Bleak winter sunset with sky of lavender.
Winter pears cling like dead, crinkled ornaments
from gnarled branches,
unwilling to let summer go from arthritic grip.
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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Winter's sleep so close to death,
piercing with his arctic breath.
Brittle, naked limbs stretch high
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..
The crunching snow beneath my feet
Breaks the silence of the winter eve.
I hear the patter of beginning sleep
On my evening stroll, as others sleep.
To be honest, I hate the cold; I freeze easily,
But I love how the snow tickles my nose.
I love how the trees are naked
And the sky dresses them in white like a dress.
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