Winter

by Wolf Haines   Aug 10, 2008


The snow does not fall like apples from a tree,
It rather enjoys gliding and floating effortlessly.
Once on the ground, reluctant to melt,
Until at least the spring sun is felt.

Unadorned lifeless scaffoldings, usually known as trees
Have long lost their swaying, sheltering leaves.
Fair maids of February are the only gentle surprise
That does catch the eye of any who passes by.

An unusually lone Rook perched precariously on an empty branch
Overlooking a snow covered field. His cry only enhanced
By the distinct lack of noise in this ageless frontier.
Winter; the beginning and end of every year.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Christopher Wry

    Well done nice flow and image.

  • 15 years ago

    by Goodbye

    I can say nothing but I wish my mother language was English. *sigh* Rhyming and flow and everything seemed to in the right place in this poem. I adore this part of your work very much.

    You describe winter very beautifully. There were nice expressions like "Once on the ground, reluctant to melt,
    Until at least the spring sun is felt." and "Winter; the beginning and end of every year.".

    It is lovely, coloured in Western pastel shade. I would have missed some more colourful spots. But that is my personal opinion. It is impossible to please everyone.

    Well done. Enjoyable work. :)

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