Eve Roper Poet Roundel

Wintertide Touch

Conifer, fruit tree's arms once did flow
laden with hued blossom, now gesture
to weight of lace ornamental snow.

Wintertide touch mystique blithe spirit.

Discordant weighty clouds draw down low
before night expire in dank vesture.
Chimney above winter render blow.

Piquant smoke distends languidly slow.
Bracing fire in manor of Esture.
Winter's breath chills even clannish crow.

Wintertide touch mystique blithe spirit.

2/19/2019

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Kelly Deschler February 21, 2019 at 11:14 PM There certainly is something so wonderful and magical about wintertime, isn't there! ... This lovely, eloquent write was really a joy to read. Beautifully penned Eve!

M. L. Kiser February 14, 2019 at 9:10 AM Brrrrrrr, such great imagery I am freezing but, I am going to blithely stoke the fire now. Beautifully done.

Caren Krutsinger February 13, 2019 at 5:27 AM Eve, only you can make winter seem this lovely after what I have been through these past two weeks. Thank you so much for doing this!

Bobby May February 13, 2019 at 4:20 AM Excellent my friend your words as usual flow like a river!

Mahtab Bangalee February 12, 2019 at 11:14 PM beautiful poem