Chill Breath of Winter

Winter's chill breath clouded my windowpanes Snowdrifts covered Autumn's shades of umber I listened to music, composed in wistful strains My family were all abed, snuggled in slumber Nostalgic tears fell; far too many to number My sad thoughts were replaced by a smile as I staunched the swell that freely flowed Grateful for my blessings, now and erstwhile for upon me God's grace has been bestowed I closed my eyes, praying as candles glowed December 13, 2021 Winter Quintain Contest Hosted by Francine Roberts
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Calasibetta Avatar
January 20, 2022 at 4:44 AM
Congratulations on your win! Lovely, humble and filled with grace. :) Paulette
Lane Avatar
January 21, 2022 at 6:57 AM
Thanks, Paulette.
Gondolf Avatar
January 20, 2022 at 2:54 AM
Winter has always been my least favorite season and I could feel the chill in this one, Lin, nicely penned. Congrats on your placement. John
Lane Avatar
January 21, 2022 at 6:56 AM
Thank you so very much, John.
Alex Avatar
January 19, 2022 at 8:37 PM
A very beautiful poem on winter. Congratulations!
Lane Avatar
January 21, 2022 at 6:56 AM
Thanks, Chris.
Roberts Avatar
January 19, 2022 at 8:04 PM
congrats on your win in my contest , you had a lot of great competition but tied for 2nd place
Lane Avatar
January 21, 2022 at 6:56 AM
Thank you very much for honoring my lines in your contest, Francine.
Rodrigues Avatar
January 19, 2022 at 7:11 PM
Nostalgic tears fell…I understand. Christmas was caught in my throat this year too. Congratulations, Lin
Lane Avatar
January 21, 2022 at 6:55 AM
Thanks very much, Kim. I'm sorry sadness hovered over you.
Agustin Avatar
January 19, 2022 at 6:55 PM
Wow! Congrats! Thanks for sharing this... making me virtually experience wintry delight in my "winterless" country... though it's cold in our place now. God bless you.
Lane Avatar
January 21, 2022 at 6:55 AM
Thanks, Beata.
Hamilton Avatar
December 20, 2021 at 10:14 AM
Very well written enjoyed Lin!
Lane Avatar
December 20, 2021 at 11:56 AM
I'm glad you found this one. Thank you, John.
Baker Avatar
December 14, 2021 at 7:21 AM
That gave me chills, Lin. Well done! Good luck in the contest. Your friend, Bill
Lane Avatar
December 14, 2021 at 7:38 AM
That's a great remark, Bill. Thanks for telling me of your feelings.
Lindley Avatar
December 14, 2021 at 6:21 AM
Such an inspiring, beautifully crafted piecce my friend. I being of Native American bloodline am not at all happy when Winter arrives. I do so fully favor warm weather, Summer waves of grain, golden in the high gasping sun. Swims in cool flowing waters and having heaps of good fun....... A fav.. God bless..
Lane Avatar
December 14, 2021 at 7:37 AM
Thanks so much, Robert. No more cold weathr for me since I moved back home in the South. Nearly 70 at the moment, and that's just fine with me.
Hankins Avatar
December 13, 2021 at 9:13 AM
Beautiful! Simply beautiful! Well, I suppose I can withdraw my entry. (chuckling) Best wishes for the contest and for the Christmas season, Lin.
Lane Avatar
December 13, 2021 at 10:29 AM
No, silly. No withdrawals. I thank you for your wishes, Milt. I don't celebrate the season, but it's kinda nice that MOST people prefer to be civil to each other during that time.
Cunningham Avatar
December 13, 2021 at 6:10 AM
You create a very tranquil scene Lin, at peace with yourself and God whilst the candles glowed. Enjoy the coming week. Tom
Lane Avatar
December 13, 2021 at 6:14 AM
Thanks for your comments and well wishes for the coming week, Tom. I plan to have a good one, and hope you do, as well. Lots of chillin' needs to happen in the soup. Too many hot peppers have been thrown in lately.
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