*I know that I am Much too early for a poem about winter. But the words “Winter’s Child” came to me and would not let me go. So I had to do something with them. I hope you enjoy. 🙂
Your eyes are icy blue;
your hair, winter white.
The sun no longer warms us,
Try as it might.
Your skin is as cold
as the lonely moon.
The stars look on with envy
as they spin their frigid tune.
The northern winds chill us
as you whisper December’s name.
A blanket of snow, your gift.
A frozen landscape, your aim.
No harm is meant to us
as the ice crystals softly drift.
For the Winter Child’s heart is tender.
The snow, a winter gift.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
This is part of a 31 day challenge. October is Poetry Writing Month. I’m gonna try for the 31 poems in 31 days. We will see. You can find out all about the challenge HERE. Have fun! 🙂
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Thank you for the reblog, Chuck!
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A delightful poem, Penny.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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ahhhhhh…..it’s all coming back now….. winter in MI is here more than it’s not. the respite has been pleasant but it’s definitely on the horizon
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🙂 Thanks for the visit and the comment!
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I’m not a huge fan of winter but I’m definitely a fan of your poem. 🙂 The chilly feel and the visuals make me want to put on a sweater. Hopefully you don’t summon winter too soon!
Good luck during the rest of OctPoWriMo!
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Thank you! This one was fun. 🙂
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