Hilda Greenhough Poet Rhyme

Christmas Weather

The thinking clouds, looking down on earth, and thinking.
They are puffed, curdled milk clouds that are high and cold.
They apprise a December sun which seems to be winking.
The clouds wink back, refusing to drop the snowflakes they hold.

In high pressure of atmosperic prevailing wind,
With a tantrum sun not wanting to share its rays,
'Tis the fate this year that December's snow, the clouds rescind.
While earth waits for snow in darkness of January's days.

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Howard Kerr January 16, 2024 at 11:40 PM I really enjoyed this very imaginative poem. The whimsy, the effortless flow, image-rich narrative, and of course the teasing twist at the end a most welcome bonus. Howard Hilda Greenhough January 17, 2024 at 6:47 AM Thank you. Again this year, January has been harsh.

Gershon Wolf December 19, 2023 at 7:46 PM Aha! Now we know who's responsible for 'climate change' --- none other than Santa Claus. Old man doesn't want to have to navigate any more blizzards. Hilda Greenhough December 19, 2023 at 8:02 PM I wonder how a sleigh would work without snow. But it flies, so it is probably a gas guzzler. Thank you for reading.

Joseph May December 19, 2023 at 7:50 AM A snowy Christmas has been rescinded, Very nicely penned Hilda Greenhough December 19, 2023 at 8:12 AM Thank you

Christina Bowring December 18, 2023 at 12:47 PM Such a lovely, creative poem Hilda. Love the artistic imagery,’ curdled milk clouds’ ‘ clouds wink back’ and I love the last line in particular. I always hope for a little flutter of snow on Christmas Day but it rarely happens. So enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing. Have a wonderful Christmas xx :):) Hilda Greenhough December 18, 2023 at 12:52 PM Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Bill Baker December 17, 2023 at 9:16 AM A poet weather woman you are, Hilda. I like your poem on the weather in December. Stay warm, Bill Hilda Greenhough December 17, 2023 at 10:25 AM Thank you. I do like snow on Christmas. Oh well, it will snow when the sky is ready.

Sotto Poet December 15, 2023 at 6:49 AM Your ability to capture the essence of that picturesque composition is remarkable, Hilda. I found your poetic examination of the celestial dialogues to be immensely enjoyable. There seems to be an indication of a celestial assembly occurring in the vast expanse above. Hilda Greenhough December 15, 2023 at 7:04 AM Thank you. Your comments are always appreciated.

Hiya Sharma December 15, 2023 at 5:17 AM Wow, you've created such an impactful wintry ambience here with the imageries that you've created about "sun not wanting to share its rays", "clouds wink back, refusing to drop the snowflakes they hold", "sun which seems to be winking" Brilliant touch of personification here which creates a very artistic rhythm for the reader! Just so beautifully done, dear :) Hilda Greenhough December 15, 2023 at 7:03 AM Thank you. I hope your holiday is happy.

Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen December 15, 2023 at 4:42 AM This is very well written have a Merry Christmas Hilda Greenhough December 15, 2023 at 7:01 AM Thank you.

Judy Ball December 14, 2023 at 5:09 PM Beautifully said Hilda. God Bless and Merry Christmas. JB Hilda Greenhough December 14, 2023 at 6:04 PM Wishing you the same. Thank you.

David Fisher December 14, 2023 at 3:59 PM Enjoyed your poem on the banter of the skies. It seems like if they have a meeting up there, we'll have a white Christmas? Hilda Greenhough December 14, 2023 at 4:21 PM It would be nice. The tree is already decorated, so it's going to happen. Lol.

Richard Lamoureux December 14, 2023 at 3:53 PM A pleasure to read. I hope you have a perfect Christmas. Hilda Greenhough December 14, 2023 at 4:20 PM Thank you. May you have a joyous Christmas also.