A Magical Winter's Day

Posted by Nicole Richardson on 12/10/2025 12:43:11 PM

'Twas a morn of sundry chill, that followed a tempestuous night;
The frost adorned each tree; in truth, it coated all in sight.
The snow-cover'd branches glistened in the morning light; the barn did peep beneath a deep blanket white.
I seiz'd my winter garbs and hasten'd to the door; the joy within my breast did spill, I scarce could ask for more.
The frigid aer did prick my cheek with greet of sudden chill; but warmly clad I stood, and thought on it no ill.
Mine eyes adjusted to the blaze as I survey'd the ground; Such snowy vistas wrought in me a joy that did abound.
I peer'd unto where the road had been, a task hard in blinding glare; the night's deep snow had hid the truth that e'er a path was there.
To others it seem'd lab'rous, a task of much ado; but filled with eager spirit was I, and ne'er a thought of rue.
Upon the door of barn thrown wide, my heart did fill with mirth; the equine beauty found within, of greater cherished worth.
To save the warmth I shut the door, and gaz'd upon my pair; with loving heart I set to task, a tender, solemn care.
With task complete, I set to hitch my team, with hooves on floor a-clop; Their spirits high did seem to beam, they yearned no whit to stop.
I led them forth, each one in turn, and tether'd to the sled; The snow did make it seem to beam a vibrant, fairest red.
I gathered up the reins, and placed them safe inside; The bench with blankets warm was set for those who wished to ride.
Our journey we began anon, with cheeriness at hand; through deepest snow where once the road did lie upon the land.
I greeted neighbours, each one in turn, whilst I was on my way; and loaded up their children all upon my crimson sleigh.
As we traversed o'er snowy mounds, the children squealed with glee; this the smallest alm I willingly gave to them for free.
As the day concluded, witness'd by the setting sun; we headed back to hearth and home, our fulfillment now was done.
With tiredness upon my frame, the horses laid on hay; I knew I'd hold this memory fast, of this magical winter's day.


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Comment by Ava Springs on 12/11/2025 10:23:05 PM

Are these lines (the way it appears here) as intended? They are quite long and the use of the semi colon maybe overdone. Could you revise it and think about the form? It would make a difference for me reading it.

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