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Winter Waltz 🌲 #winterpoems #winter #poetry #naturepoetry #naturepoems #naturelovers #imagination #poems #nature #windyday #wintersday #poem #northernontario #northern #greatwhitenorth #canadianpoet #torontopoets #canadianwriter #poetrycommunity #writers #christyannmartine (at Toronto, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIeR-x2FOuv/?igshid=1nivtitcmh3hb
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Like a refrain at the end of a song snow drifts down Softly, slowly as if knowing it’s not here to stay Gone is the roar and bite in its place there’s warmth and sparkling beauty to leave us with the best memory of what it means to live in Winter.
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On the coldest days In the hush and quiet Sound is all silver Crystals on ice Air becomes the enemy, its touch a numbing burn You’d rather stay wrapped in the warmth of your home But you venture out because it’s the only way to experience, witness, capture, the beauty that blooms deep in the heart of Winter.
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Snow soft and beautiful sparkling with light tiny bits of broken stars from the sky at night. https://www.rosemarydanielis.com (rights reserved, leave credits * please reblog, but not to nsfw 18+)
It’s so lovely that my poem was part of a winter themed wedding.
The moss spread on the water, like a sweater on your skin
The moss spread on the water, like A sweater on your skin. I hear the hissing of my just frothed coffee, As low as the dropping of a pin in silence, (That is if anyone has patiently heard it, Similes are sometimes born of ignorance you know Like the unheard melodies of Keats' urn) Outside I again see grass growing from between the tar and pavement blocks Two thin, delicate stems against the world…
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“Before the Storm” No flakes of snow One star in the sky Dreams do not know Which cloud will fly Past dark rainbows Of hidden moons Where tipless arrows Strike lovers’ runes -Jessica Lucci #winter #poetrycommunity #winterpoems #newenglandseasons #seasonsofnewengland #fourseasonsinoneday #cupid https://www.instagram.com/p/B6KXbE_gqKk/?igshid=mvitm786ptz0
