Notes About The Poem
For the F Form - Free Verse (Written My Way) Poetry Contest of Constance La France
Winter Enchantment
"The breath of winter holds a hushed enchantment, a captivating stillness." Anna Islington
One frigid February day
after a night’s snowfall
had left my world white and pristine,
I took my new sled
and slowly trudged over
our huge back yard
to a spot which led to
the top of a hill.
Down this hill we children
loved to go sledding.
In white’s silence, I felt utterly at peace
and unhurried.
A few kids had arrived
at the top of the hill
and had already left before I got there.
I could see the tracks of their boots
and was glad to see that their sleds
had made somewhat of a pathway
for me
to go sledding
down.
A few lyrics from “Winter Wonderland”
drifted to my mind,
for the snow around me glistened
beneath winter’s wan sun,
but I was alone in the wonderland.
And no sleigh bells were ringing.
Suddenly I spied a bright cardinal bird
perched on the powdery branch
of an evergreen tree.
Its small red-crested head seemed to nod at me.
I was blessed by that special moment
as I stood transfixed watching it.
I looked down the sledding path
to the thickness of the woods below.
In summer it is a chaos of untended tangled weeds
and clusters of many trees.
On this day – frosted by nature -
the woods appeared the opposite of chaos.
Concealed by snow,
the woods was a picture of beauty
in the cold, breathless air.
Cold, yes, it was so cold.
My mitten-fingers would soon grow numb.
I got hurriedly onto my sled.
Then gliding smootly downward,
I went deeper
and deeper
into winter enchantment.
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