Gelid winter winds
are creating drifts of snow
The perfect time for sledding
Trying to keep warm
I bundled up in woolens
And... played for hours in the cold
January 13, 2023
Winter Sedoka Contest
Sponsored by Charlie Messina
Categories:
woolens, snow, winter,
Form: Sedoka
In a land where summers last forever
in a world where beauty grows in fields
she wakes up early to greet each sunrise
and capture the morning breeze
The wind in her hair she sets out to explore
barefoot she runs through meadows
she races her bike to the beach
where seagulls wait to call her name
Her brush paints the dance of life
praises God’s creatures big and small
in a land where sunflowers sway on high
in a world where love and harmony reside
And in the coolness of the evening mist
she comes home to the quilted comfort of her chair
and happiness is a good book and hot tea
with tabby cat purring at her feet
While Mozart's symphony plays in the background
bundled in her handknit woolens
she plunges into a good read to while away each night
wholeheartedly lost in her world of make believe
Read on air by invitation ~ April 3, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 2nd place 2022, 3rd place 2022
Submitted on March 30, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIER CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
woolens, appreciation, joy, nature, summer,
Form: Free verse
woolens on rope ~
how earth warms herself
with yellow shawl
Categories:
woolens, 10th grade,
Form: Haiku
Tomorrow hovers, an uncertain ghost
trying to recall how to haunt.
The calm is over, the leafy drape dropped.
Beyond the window
sparrows are digging trenches,
feathered preppers pecking on the edge
of a dim and looming sunset.
November peeks out
from under a russet and smoky skirt,
It is losing its color
turning into a pale harbinger,
beckoning us into darker dreams.
The climate is finding its ice roots,
it spooks the blood.
Time to shake out the woolens,
those bullet proof garments of winter.
Tomorrow is coming
and it is pulling the dead
behind it.
Categories:
woolens, poetry,
Form: Free verse
November is a thin needle under the shortest rib,
often it slips past your moat, your portcullis,
your castle walls unnoticed.
The fire in your kitchen splutters
and the wood is too wet to rekindle it.
Only then do you look through a spy glass
from your highest tower
see the wraiths churning in the sparse woods,
see the dervish dance of demented bones
resurrected from last year.
Chill November is here
and the guards are asleep.
The dark winter of your content
needs a new puffer jacket.
Call for the seamstress of your soul,
call for the mitten maidens.
Gather up the woolens
for all the wind soaked feet
that have to march on.
Categories:
woolens, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Farewell to the withering of Autumn days
its bare branched trees and fields of maize
to the ripened acorns, hoarded by squirrels
and chimneys belchng black smoke curls
Goodbye to Fall's colors and pumpkin spice
Soon to succumb to Winter's sleet and ice
In silence, snow covers the ground, completely
I fold away memories of Autumn, discreetly
I find solace that fallen leaves are concealed
under blankets covering meadows and fields
In layers of woolens and my fingers in mittens
I desire to roam outdoors, like curious kittens
Categories:
woolens, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
When I opened my eyes you were the first
Whose face came into my sight
Still remember comfort of your lap
Where I loved the most to reside
You were the first who taught me to speak
You made me to stand on my feet
You are angel
Sent from brightest stars
Your smile is a healer
Which heals my all scars
Shadow of your lap is cooler than
Winters of Polar
Which shades me in scorching Summer
Your hug is warmer than
Summers of Tropic
Which warms me in winters
More than woolens or a blanket
Whether it is a Sunday or Monday
You walk beside me everyday
Whether I laugh or feel sad
You always hug me tight
Whether times are good or bad
You always love me with all your might
Wherever I go
Your blessings are always there
You are the only
Who loves me the most and care
You are a bottomless and endless
Ocean of love and affection
You are world's best guide
Who always guides me to right direction
Getting you as my Mother make me
To feel the luckiest person on this earth
For me you will always have
The softest corner of my heart
Categories:
woolens, care, emotions, mom, mother,
Form: Free verse
Arrival of Winter
Look out snow has covered the ground
Blustery wind is blowing making lots of sound
Trees have wore white snow jackets
Woolens are on with warming blankets
Window panes are lined with frost
Making them starred and so glossed
Blizzard makes whole body shiver
Thin frost has shrouded the river
Birds are silent
No one can hear them
Some sheltering on the branches and
Some hiding in tree stem
Candles lightened on the table
Fire ignited in woods of maple
Magical aroma of simmering soup
Has fragnanced the entire room
Youngers are so delighted to taste it
All ready for the Winter's first treat...
Categories:
woolens, autumn, holiday, nature, poems,
Form: Nonet
beautiful, cinderella, crazy, growing up, humor, word play,
Gold Plated Ideals©
The ice-white-capped teeth
Smile and beguile the contacted eye
‘Java’ white-bright tee shirts dazzle
Plastic letters ironed on right-side in
Shoulders the body making a statement?
Speaks to me of this century’s impurities
Air fresheners smelling of ‘spice’
Coats the hazy circulating sun
Press-on nails make a statement
All this is in the name of ‘add-ons’!
Linens yellow with age and crinkle fine
Woolens shrink if washed in hot water
Cottons now stretch with added spandex
Silks colourful and light, billow with mirth
Brighten the day to darken the night!
Vitamins and creams make the skin turn young
Micro-wave quickens re-packaged (fake-foods) ‘boxed’
Time ‘replays’ when circling the moon-beamed skies!
Categories:
woolens, beautiful, cinderella, crazy, growing
Form: Light Verse