She lays hidden...from herself...from the world...though not from nature
who cares for her on a cold winters night
A Winters Night
A quiet hush falls from the sky 'though gentle breezes pass her by Kisses the trees with lips so cold Caresses the ground with hands so old She lays her blanket upon the ground So white that not a soul is found Her beauty fades not, for she glistens within Her pale, yet beautiful, alabaster skin
She sends the wind to cool her face Sends the moon for a soft embrace Ascends to the heavens, shines the stars down below for the fair young maiden hidden in the snow
Your use of imagery is breathtaking in this poem... I love your use of rhyme, you've use it really well and I get this sense of peace and quiet as I read the poem. I can almost feel like I'm part of the scene, that I'm part of the cold winter night. I especially loved your use of personification in,
"gentle breezes pass her by
Kisses the trees with lips so cold"
This is something really special about this poem.. something beautiful and I feel something stirring in my heart...
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11 Years Ago
Thank you for saying that.....I still feel this way whenever I read this poem. Your kind words are s.. read moreThank you for saying that.....I still feel this way whenever I read this poem. Your kind words are so appreciated:)
11 Years Ago
You're welcome... there are some poems that resonate within us every time we read it... this is one .. read moreYou're welcome... there are some poems that resonate within us every time we read it... this is one such poem :)
A beautiful description of the Winters night. I like the feel of gentleness and safety in the mist of cold and snow. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Excellent use of rhyme to describe such a gentle and quiet sounding scene. I loved the line "Kisses the trees with lips so cold". You definitely captured winter in this poem!
There is a tranquility in these words. One that carries a peaceful yet sacred flow as they weave down the page. As if the words themselves are a prologue for the spring of life that is sure to come. You have captured a picture in motion, beauty mixed with a patience serenity.
This was such a vivid poem. I put myself in the poem as the woman laying in the snow. I could picture myself laying amongst trees, the snow being my bed and gentle snowflakes falling on me creating my blanket. And the peace that I feel as I lay there. I really enjoyed reading this!!
My passion from an early age was always reading.... getting lost and transformed into another time or place by words so cleverly placed.... this passion transformed to writing with passion and persona.. more..