Winter Song… #Poetry

 

 

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Winter marches to her own beat

Sings her own special song

Every bit as sweet as the other three seasons

There is the anticipation of snow

Will Christmas be white?

Not all will be praying for a world in white

With last years sleds in cupboards under stairs

Children watch and wait with snowmen in mind

They stand at windows, hot breath misting the glass

Rain keeps falling, no hope of snow

It is at times like these you can see

The whole universe in a raindrop

Hope falls with every snowflake

When it finally arrives

Warm coats, woollen mittens, and children

Outside before you can say no

They make a snowman and Christmas

Angels lay their wings down

Late that night, with snow still falling

The snow angels will have taken flight…

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Four Seasons: Winter

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Winter is a time when I hope to see snow falling. I know it can be trouble, electric cables pulled down with the weight of it. People left in the cold with no lights, often no water either.

Roads closed, yet for me, it is pure magic. Not one snowflake the same as another. The world under a white blanket.

Spring bulbs loving the cold, a time of woolly hats and warm coats.  Hands hidden inside gloves, snowballs, looking over garden walls hoping to spot a snowman. This all reminds me that a part of us never grows old.

I always build our snowman in the front garden so I can see the smiles on people’s faces as they pass by.

Best of all, it is a time to sit with my family around a log fire, toasting marshmallows as we look forward to Christmas.

Not forgetting the carol singers…

Anita Dawes