Ice House

Old man winter has been busy
Leaving frost and freeze across the land
Rooftops transformed into white wonderland 
That green grass is white as snow
Waiting for the warmth of the sun to grow
To go outside into the cold it not a wish 
We would rather be inside eating a warm dish
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De Beaulieu Avatar
February 18, 2025 at 3:37 PM
Hello Elena, yes On a cold winter day it is better to eat something warm. Hugs. /Darlene/
Lamoureux Avatar
January 27, 2024 at 3:51 PM
I’m all ready for spring. I did enjoy your poem.
Elliott Avatar
January 23, 2024 at 9:30 AM
Amen to that. Winter can be a cruel beauty at times. We were down to 5 degrees a few nights almost two weeks ago. Grand writing, Elena. Hugs and blessings ~
Situation Avatar
September 22, 2023 at 7:55 PM
I miss the snow.
Eagle Avatar
December 11, 2023 at 1:28 PM
Yes I do as well.
Romios Avatar
April 19, 2023 at 1:33 PM
Hi Elena, this is very picturesque and quite a good poem. You go girl. Panagiota
Fowler Avatar
August 25, 2022 at 2:38 PM
Hi Elena. I't good to see you on the Soup line. :) Linda
Baker Avatar
August 14, 2022 at 9:04 AM
I'm with you, Elena, some hot tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, please. :-) Have a great day my friend! Bill
Fenn Avatar
June 22, 2022 at 8:49 PM
Lovely winter poem!
Eagle Avatar
July 21, 2022 at 7:12 AM
Thank you
Goldsmith Avatar
May 31, 2022 at 3:21 PM
A "Wonderful" write. Love your line, "We would rather be inside eating a warm dish." I wish you would write more. Have a great/blessed day.......................
Eagle Avatar
July 21, 2022 at 7:12 AM
Thank you
DiMino Avatar
April 25, 2022 at 6:46 PM
For sure:) I have lived in Phoenix for the last 35 years. Have not gone up north once to see the snow. No desire. "To go outside into the cold it not a wish We would rather be inside eating a warm dish" Well said.
Eagle Avatar
May 1, 2022 at 7:28 AM
Hello - thank you so much
Smith Avatar
April 9, 2022 at 1:06 PM
Told you had talent. The world needs more poems like like this one. Best regards David in NZ
Eagle Avatar
May 1, 2022 at 7:29 AM
Have a nice day. Thank you.
Gilmour Avatar
January 6, 2022 at 12:34 AM
Brrrr... that sounds and feels so cold Elena, but your words make it sound so beautiful too... Here in the UK the sun is out in a clear blue sky although it is a little chilly. Keep warm and safe Elena. With kindest thoughts Ann xx
Eagle Avatar
January 8, 2022 at 1:16 PM
Ann - thank you so much for the kind words.
Wolf Avatar
January 5, 2022 at 11:34 AM
Hi, Elena! You have taken the words right out of my pen! lol. (It's 15 degrees Fahrenheit with a 45 mph wind. Bone-chilling. Stay warm! ~ Gershon
Eagle Avatar
January 5, 2022 at 3:29 PM
Hello! That is so cold. Yes I agree weather changes can bring stomach cravings. Thank you.
Awtry Avatar
January 3, 2022 at 11:00 AM
When the weather turns cold, my mouth starts watering for certain dishes. Cooking them warms the house, eating them the soul. Enjoyed reading your poem, Elena. welcome to Poetry Soup!
Eagle Avatar
January 4, 2022 at 2:38 PM
Hello - thank you so much.
Cunningham Avatar
January 3, 2022 at 12:56 AM
Brr I can feel the chill In your verse Elana, as you get older the best place is to view it from inside. Happy New year. Tom
Eagle Avatar
January 4, 2022 at 2:37 PM
Tom - thank you. Happy New year!
Romios Avatar
January 2, 2022 at 11:27 AM
Excellent verses and imagery. I hope you do write more.please. Delightful,Elena))) Encore! Panagiota Romios
Eagle Avatar
January 4, 2022 at 2:38 PM
I so appreciate your kind words.
Leffanta Avatar
January 2, 2022 at 10:53 AM
Who knew an igloo could be warm? Aloha!
Eagle Avatar
January 4, 2022 at 2:38 PM
So true!
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