New fallen snow creates a hush a silence an intake of breath on the precipice anticipation a new beginning unsoiled
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Tag: winter
Cold… #Poetry — anita dawes and jaye marie
REBLOG: Please don’t miss Anita’s beautiful poem. ❤
Cold Frost white morning I slip my head beneath my duvet No way are my feet moving From this warm cover Today I stay hidden from the world To dream of things to come A future made of stardust With bright green jewels A land where you leave a wish Knowing it will come […]
Winter photo poetry — Minnesota Prairie Roots
Please enjoy this beautiful take on a winter’s day from one of my favorite bloggers and an amazingly talented photographer. ❤
A WINTER LANDSCAPE IN RURAL Minnesota can, at first glance, seem visually unappealing. White upon white upon white. But then a moment happens. A curtain opens in the mind to reveal a scene that holds spectacular beauty. Stubble pokes through snowy fields. A farm site stands isolated, yet strong, in all that winter vastness. […]
Winter’s Child – #OctPoWriMo
An older piece, but it seemed appropriate for today. Enjoy. ❤
*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…
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Warm and Cold
The heat from your touch and Your passion still Light my nights Morning’s glow brings the truth My soul chilled I know better than to think you’re mine © 2018 Penny Wilson *This was prompted by the incredible photo above. If you would like to get in on the fun, please visit Jansen Photo’s blog HERE.
Longing For Spring
She arches Slowly exposing delicate casing Sun warms frigid bark Tendrils stretch seeking fevered sky Winter’s chill shunned Longing for Spring Copyright © 2018 {Penny Wilson) * This was inspiried Frank Jansen's stunning Photo Prompt. While it does not fit the guidelines, I couldn't help but write about what I was seeing. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
Bitter Winter
An anemic sun Struggling Feeble Snow oppressive Unrelenting bitter winds Faces sting with winter's slap
Copyright (C) Penny Wilson
*I’ve tweaked this a bit and think I like this version better. I need to remember not to rush it. 🙂
Winter’s Child – #OctPoWriMo
*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! 🙂
Distance
The chill of winter holds tight
Accompanied by the savage wind.
The palled sun gives no warmth.
Does it light your way?
The distant hills bear
No sign of your trek.
My heart clutches thinking
Of the dangers you face.
Are you still there
My Beloved?
I scan the distance
As I always do.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
**This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Distance. Be sure to check out the fun on her blog HERE.
I Fall For Fall
I am one to say “I don’t like Fall”. The trees lose their leaves. It looks like they are dying. Then there is the approach of winter. The cold, the snow, brrrrr!
I spent most of my life in the Northwest. The cold and the snow were nothing to laugh about in most cases.
Now I live in Texas. It’s a whole different world. My BFF in Oregon has already had snow and below freezing temps. Here, I still have to run the A/C in the afternoon.
Sooner or later the fall “feel” comes over me and I’m into it! Look at the gorgeous colors of the gourds & pumpkins in the picture above!
I’m ready to put another blanket on the bed. I want to break out my cozy sweaters & scarves!
I haven’t had my first Pumpkin Spice Latte this year, but I have a Starbucks Gift Card in my wallet that I’m not afraid to use!
Are you ready for Fall?
Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson
