Tuesday, February 1, 2022

a day in winter

under the blue sky
hills are blanketed white
laughter of children
pierce the silence
as their sleds
glide across the snow
 
the elderly couple
step cautiously
not wanting to fall
from the ice glaze
across sidewalks
bones too brittle
 
I sip hot chocolate
watching the scenes
bundled under sweater
I take in the sights
knowing the grass
will be green again


Sharing this poem for dVerse Open Link Night#309

17 comments:

  1. "I take in the sights
    knowing the grass
    will be green again"

    Luv the closing lines projecting us into hope of tomorrows

    Much love...

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  2. For me it is so lovely to be reading a winter poem on what is becoming a very hot day. I loved your pictures.

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  3. I like seeing you here as a symbol of hope.

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  4. I like the cross-generational perspectives on winter!

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  5. Beautiful portrait of winter, with rosy-cheeked optimism for the oncoming spring..

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  6. Lovely winter vignettes ending on a hopeful note.

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  7. what is this "green", of which thou speaketh?

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  8. I can see the old couple. I have watched them across the street. I have kept my mother on her feet. It was no small feat.

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  9. you paint a lovely scene here, and your ending feels very warm and hopeful. well done

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  10. A lovely scene with the sights of winter. Reminds me of my time spent up north for a few years but here in Florida everything pretty much stays green year round.

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  11. This is absolutely lovely! Spring is just around the corner 💝💝

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  12. I can picture myself enjoying this lovely moment! We don't see much snow in the South!

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  13. I love the cascade of images and colours here going from cold to cosy, the empathy behind it all, the blue sky, white snow, green grass and hot chocolate :-)

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  14. Winter Leaves
    Fall Promise
    Green Spring

    SMiLes Maria
    Leaves Return

    This Way Old as
    New Poetry Springs
    From Snowy Winter Dreams..:)

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