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Winter's Return

I hear the gale.
Rain on its tail.
Stock up. Put 'taters in the bin.

A raucous wail.
Tree branches fail.
Winter's fury returns again.

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Rowena Velasco

Date: 9/15/2025 6:03:00 PM

I love the energy in this! It’s short but powerful—reminds me that even when challenges come roaring in, we can prepare, face them, and endure.

Susan Ashley

Date: 9/13/2025 7:18:00 AM

Dear Hilda, I adore the way you've captured the the return of winter's fury. Your imagery is dynamic and dramatic and your rhyme scheme and cadence carries the weight of the words with strength and beauty. Warmest wishes, my gifted poet friend.. ~Susan

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 9/13/2025 8:02:00 AM

Thank you very much for your generous comment. I appreciate your opinion. I wish you a lovely winter season this year. May winter give us some rest from a hectic summer.

Paige Hind

Date: 9/12/2025 7:27:00 PM

Yeah, beautiful snow, but OH NO, lol...

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 9/12/2025 7:39:00 PM

At least one snowfall a year.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 9/7/2025 7:56:00 PM

Ooh…I can feel the season coming forth. Love the taters! Hugs ~ Kim

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 9/12/2025 7:37:00 PM

Potatoes are my favorite winter vegetable. I'm glad you liked the poem.

kjeld vk

Date: 9/7/2025 11:50:00 AM

Dear Hilda I love the vivid imagery in Winter's Return! The way you capture the storm's intensity with "raucous wail" and "tree branches fail" paints such a powerful picture. The rhythm and rhyme also give it a musical flow that pulls me right into the scene. Great work!

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 9/7/2025 1:19:00 PM

Thank you. Weather is very inspirational for me.

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 9/5/2025 1:24:00 PM

What a wonderful short write. I love fall and winter. Oh please, get me out of the 100'sssss weather. I wish you would write more.... Have a lovely day/weekend writing away............

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 9/5/2025 2:11:00 PM

Thank you, Paula. You too

CayCay Jennings

Date: 9/5/2025 3:20:00 AM

But with the tators and a fire we'll be cozy hunkering down. Really enjoyed this. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 9/5/2025 5:10:00 AM

I appreciate your visit. May you enjoy the autumn days ahead.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/4/2025 7:35:00 PM

I still think 'Stock up' too when I hear winter a-coming. Pretty antiquated, I am, my children and grandchildren tell me... Their problem, I say. Keep smiling, Hilda.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 9/4/2025 7:59:00 PM

Poem is antiquated. I purposely wanted it to sound like a rural log cabin many years ago before the technology takeover. I miss the simpler life

Joe Dimino

Date: 9/4/2025 9:41:00 AM

Well said; great imagery. Yes, winter is the year's last word.

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 9/4/2025 10:27:00 AM

Skiers rejoice. Winter is a time to rest. It causes us to appreciate Spring. Thank you for reading my poem.