A Frigid Winter Morn

It's winter as I view the merging between night and dawn
Frosted dew crunches underfoot as I stroll across my lawn
Around me the world is hushed and a fading star still shines
Virgin snow fell overnight, settling like blankets on the pines

I glimpse pale light on the horizon this frozen January morn
Shadows are being cast over the hills as another day is born
A spectrum of pastels is painting the sky in such colorful array
The sun's golden beams resemble swords making way for day

On a morning walk, my breath turns into mist in the frigid air
There are paw prints in the snow, and tree branches are bare
Water slowly drips from icicles beneath each gabled dormer
A hearth fire beckons me inside where it will be much warmer



January 13, 2023
12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
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Goldsmith Avatar
January 25, 2023 at 9:56 AM
Congratulations on your win. "A Frigid Winter Morn" brings back the cold/ice days at the bus stop going to work. A wonderful write. Enjoy your day and stay warm with blessings................
Kitchin Avatar
January 24, 2023 at 6:07 PM
Lin, a beautiful poem, love the crisp winter imagery, congratulations on your first place win in the contest!
Lane Avatar
January 24, 2023 at 6:54 PM
Tania, you know I appreciate your placing my entry in one of your first place spots. Thanks so very much.
Fowler Avatar
January 24, 2023 at 5:43 PM
Rhymes beautifully Lin. Congratulations on your win! :)
Lane Avatar
January 24, 2023 at 6:52 PM
Thanks for such kind remarks, Linda.
Cunningham Avatar
January 13, 2023 at 6:14 AM
You captured the winter scene so well Lin, I was with you on that winter walk. Best of luck in the contest. We've been forecast a beast from the east winter storm next week. Thankfully I'm now retired and can watch from indoors. Tom
Cunningham Avatar
January 13, 2023 at 10:06 AM
Lol, you're right Lin, plenty of sunshine.
Lane Avatar
January 13, 2023 at 7:06 AM
I appreciate your comments, Tom. It seems PS poets are buried in that winter snow. The site is frozen. Stay in from that storm and write about it. No snow in Milton Creek!
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