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Winter's Return

I hear the gale.
Rain on its tail.
Stock up. Put 'taters in the bin.

A raucous wail.
Tree branches fail.
Winter's fury returns again.

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Karen Jones

November 23, 2025 at 8:52 PM

Yes winter is on the way. Love the line “rain on its tail”.

Hilda Greenhough

November 24, 2025 at 5:17 AM

Thanks for reading. December 21 starts the turnaround.

Shadow Hamilton

October 17, 2025 at 8:33 AM

Hi Hilda winter is beautiful at first but by New year I am ready for a change a very good poem you wrote hugs Shadow

Hilda Greenhough

October 17, 2025 at 9:18 AM

Long winters are a small reminder of the Ice Age. Thank you for your comment.

Zyrool Gifford

October 15, 2025 at 1:23 AM

Hello Hilda, a powerful piece, beautifully written. The season of winter shows no mercy. Have a wonderful day, my friend.

Hilda Greenhough

October 15, 2025 at 1:17 PM

Thank you. The sky threatens another downpour. We are saturated.

Daisy Meadows

September 20, 2025 at 6:19 AM

A good description of the changing seasons!! Well done

Hilda Greenhough

September 20, 2025 at 10:57 AM

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

Rowena Velasco

September 15, 2025 at 6:03 PM

I love the energy in this! It’s short but powerful—reminds me that even when challenges come roaring in, we can prepare, face them, and endure.

Hilda Greenhough

September 20, 2025 at 10:56 AM

Thank you for your comment. The rain and gale gave rise to the warm throw which I am about to pull out of storage.

Susan Ashley

September 13, 2025 at 7:18 AM

Dear Hilda, I adore the way you've captured the the return of winter's fury. Your imagery is dynamic and dramatic and your rhyme scheme and cadence carries the weight of the words with strength and beauty. Warmest wishes, my gifted poet friend.. ~Susan

Hilda Greenhough

September 13, 2025 at 8:02 AM

Thank you very much for your generous comment. I appreciate your opinion. I wish you a lovely winter season this year. May winter give us some rest from a hectic summer.

Paige Hind

September 12, 2025 at 7:27 PM

Yeah, beautiful snow, but OH NO, lol...

Hilda Greenhough

September 12, 2025 at 7:39 PM

At least one snowfall a year.

Kim Rodrigues

September 7, 2025 at 7:56 PM

Ooh…I can feel the season coming forth. Love the taters! Hugs ~ Kim

Hilda Greenhough

September 12, 2025 at 7:37 PM

Potatoes are my favorite winter vegetable. I'm glad you liked the poem.

Paula Goldsmith

September 5, 2025 at 1:24 PM

What a wonderful short write. I love fall and winter. Oh please, get me out of the 100'sssss weather. I wish you would write more.... Have a lovely day/weekend writing away............

Hilda Greenhough

September 5, 2025 at 2:11 PM

Thank you, Paula. You too

CayCay Godwin

September 5, 2025 at 3:20 AM

But with the tators and a fire we'll be cozy hunkering down. Really enjoyed this. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

Hilda Greenhough

September 5, 2025 at 5:10 AM

I appreciate your visit. May you enjoy the autumn days ahead.

Gershon Wolf

September 4, 2025 at 7:35 PM

I still think 'Stock up' too when I hear winter a-coming. Pretty antiquated, I am, my children and grandchildren tell me... Their problem, I say. Keep smiling, Hilda.

Hilda Greenhough

September 4, 2025 at 7:59 PM

Poem is antiquated. I purposely wanted it to sound like a rural log cabin many years ago before the technology takeover. I miss the simpler life