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Mr. Winterful
Winter flakes fall ever so lightly
Blanketing the land ever so slightly.
Showering hypnotic flakes as I drive
around.
Entrancing sleep as they gingerly float
down.
Each flake different in size and in shape.
A winter wonderland of a white landscape.
Walking in town the snow flakes melt
upon my lips.
The winter wind grows colder as the
temperature dips.
People clutch at their coats as winter
winds thrash.
As the snow and the wind swirl into a wild
mishmash.
Darkness falls upon~ the white covered
showcase.
Drifts of snow shift and blow all over the
place.
I snuggle under my blankets and feel
toasty warm.
As Mr. Winter continues on to fall free-
form.
I walk outside and suddenly I feel upon my face the briskness of the cold winters breeze
The wonderfulness of white snow now covers any evidence on the ground of falls' leaves
I'm in an amazement of just what I have been through the last few years and how far I have
actually come
But I know my journey's not over yet realizing it also has not just begun
I'm stuck here in the middle not sure which way to go
My words to him need to be spoken and very much heard yet all is cold just like the winter
wind and snow
I need to see him so through my eyes he'll know
I say what I mean and mean what I say when I say I love only him deeply so
All my love towards him I have to show
For him it took me so long to again find
Now that I have I just can't leave what I feel for him once again behind
So let the winter turn back into spring
Let us see the flowers and rain showers that the season brings
Then have spring bring in the summer days
With the children outside having so much fun running around in play
And then let it come around to the summer changing into fall
The leaves turning wondrous colors and effortlessly flowing to the ground and we know what
comes next yes everyone can recall
Seasons come, seasons go but I'll still love him right through it all
In Georgia now, there's not much snow
At times strong winds do howling blow
In winter Sparrows on ground play
Red Cardinals join in fun some days
In winter plants rest do not grow
Once a blizzard stacked snow in rows
Winds, cold so inside with cup of joe
Unprepared for snow no horse_sleigh
In Georgia now
When it snows, things go very slow
The birds visit__ even young doe
Come to my door eat acorns stay
Squirrels and Chipmonks search for cache
That they hid_ softly buried away
In Georgia now
" I am sending you a gift of poetry,
dear heart."
For this was inspired by your poem.
"And, the snow is gently falling"..
This is for you, Constance...
Sara Kendrick
Watching the snow falling outside,
Through the white drifts a lone deer glides.
Under the grove of laden trees, she stops,
Stretches her neck, for leaves to crop.
Someone spooks her and off she goes,
Leaving footprints in the blanket of snow.
A lone chickadee lands on my deck,
From the seeds there, she starts to peck.
If not for God's creatures, some great, some small,
I would not appreciate this winter weather at all.
As inconvenient as this winter snow can be
It still has it's beautiful moments for all to see.
*it's snowing like mad today, so my visitors this afternoon took
some of the annoyance out of it.
Natures winter is upon us
Its her turn to bloom
With greys and whites
With impending consume
The decay of Autumn
Already lies on the ground
Rain, frost and snow
Will carpet our surround
For months she will grace us
In delight and despair
Scenery so amazing
Will leave us in stare
Floods and drifts
Will impede our way
The frosts hampering growth
In our business way
But this is all very natural
As she finds ways to compensate
Although her winter is genius
She will recreate
My entry into Laura's " Winter's Adornment " contest
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php
Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time to harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days
Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Garden vegetables will be stored also cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_gone are the bees
We will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the night grow longer and shorter the winter days
March soon will come in bringing its strong breeze
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees soon leaves
We will float into warm days and beauty of spring with ease
Now we will have eaten most of those delicious peas
Soon in the newly planted garden_those early June Peas
Newly hatched from their hiding places comes those bees
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
These wonderful times_joy of longer days
Joy, oh! joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze
But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Afternoon in the lazy hammock oh what ease
Glad that in the garden and Pampas Grass stay those bees
These times in life are just fun and a zephyr breeze
Summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
These times are wonderful long sunny days
But soon slowly fade, then the change in those leaves
Summer still has a lazy few days with comfy ease
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
From the west and north come a much drier breeze
How thankful that we have those great peas
Soon fade those longer sunlit sunny days
No raking leaves in winter, only by firelight with ease and read
All those pesky bees gone now, on the currents winter's breeze brings flurries
Now dine on peas put away to eat on cold fruitless days of old man winter
Autumn again enters stage right and makes her colorful debut.
Lacy leaves brighten the days with gold and vermilion hue.
Summer leaves that once graced stately maple and aspen trees,
Are now swept along in eddies by the gentle autumn breeze!
Subtle breezes ripple the waters upon which sprightly grebes cavort.
Migrating geese stop for a visit at my pond finding a welcome port.
Squirrels scurry about with much ado collecting their winter fare;
Their bushy tails waving delicately with each gusty breath of air!
A scent so pleasant carried by a wafting zephyr placidly weaves,
About the neighborhood with the aroma of burning leaves.
Children scatter leaves Dad has raked into an inviting pile.
He cares not, recalling childhood autumn days with a knowing smile!
The sun begins to make a shorter arc each passing autumn day,
Sinking behind the mountains with a spectacular sunset display.
A magnificent harvest moon, that eternal ruler of the night,
Provides mellow ambience as it traverses its nocturnal flight!
A cooler breeze now begins to kiss my summer-tanned cheeks.
This morning I saw a dusting of snow on yonder mountain peaks.
The seasons hasten on, another glorious autumn is passing by.
Gentle autumn breezes bow out as winter gales and snow begin to fly!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
There's a chill in the mornin' air as autumn in Vermont unfolds.
Splendor is revealed as trees assume their cloaks of reds and golds!
Fodder shocks gleam in the risin' sun and 'punkins' sport a tinge of rime.
Crimson and yellow apples are ready for pickin' havin' reached their prime!
In yon vale peekin' above the mornin' mists shines the steeple of a church,
Towerin' above the riot of color of its guardian trees and a grove of birch!
Skeins of snow geese wingin' southward grace the pristine sky.
The serenity of the autumn morn is shattered by their plaintive cry!
'Tis syrup renderin' time as maple trees surrender their free-flowin' sap.
Their hardy boles again withstand the trauma of an annual 'spinal' tap!
Apples are 'pressed into service' to make cider for sippin' by a cozy blaze,
As folks gather on winter eves to reminisce about the good ol' days!
Crusts of ice begin to form on streams flowin' 'neath covered bridges.
A dustin' of snow is tinted by the dawnin' sun on the yonder ridges!
Along country lanes the sun casts its mellow glow in the late afternoon.
On moonlit nights majestic stags are silhouetted against the harvest moon!
Families bundle up against the chill to enjoy hayrides and wiener roasts,
And toast marshmallows over a roarin' fire and tell of lurkin' ghosts!
An Indian summer is welcomed - the comin' winter gales it will delay.
Autumn in Vermont is more spectacular than even Mr. Rockwell could portray!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
From blade of grass to the tip of twig,
The white dust of winter fall’s.
Frenzied flakes move in lost abandonment,
Finally pitch on fence and wall’s.
On the throat the rasping of cold crisp air,
The sound of snow crunching underfoot.
As the day grows short , and night draws in,
Now the journey homeward took.
Familiar shapes come into view,
There outlines soften by the snow.
What once were roofs ,now don white overcoats,
With ice jewellery now on show.
The old mill wheel lies motionless,
So still the little stream.
Held fast by Jack Frost clutches,
In a Christmas greeting scene.
Chinks of light through windows,
Gives some comfort and delight.
Cast a beam with an incandescent glow,
On white grains as they glisten bright.
At the door the latch clicks open,
And with thud is now latched again.
Keeping winter firmly on the out side,
withIn, thoughts of summer to retain
Form:
Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time fo harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days
Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will have to be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Those garden vegetables will stored and put aside a cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day's fare with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_ gone are the bees
On New Year"s Day we will have those delicious peas
We will float into spring with all ease
On the day we will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the nights grow longer and shorter the winter days
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees and soon leaves
March will come in bringing its strong breeze
Joy, oh!. joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
Newly hatched from hiding places comes those bees
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze
In the newly planted garden_those early June peas
These wonderful times _joy of longer days
These times in life are just fun and a wonderful breeze
Then summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Out in the garden and in Pampas Grass thick with those bees
These times are wonderful long sunny days
Afternoons in the lazy hammock oh! what ease
How thankful that we have those great peas
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
Summer still has lazy days with ease
Soon those longer sunlight hours sunny sunny days
Begins to slowly fade then the change in those leaves
From the west and north come a much drier breeze
Old man winter slips in with ease, now we'll eat those dry peas
Blow wind with swift breeze, time to kill all lingering bees
By th warm fire spend our days, soon snow covers all those leaves