The First Hints of Winter

This poem is about the first hints of winter. From the bare trees to the cold weather, winter settles in a not so subtle way. Allow yourself to picture the imagery within this poem. Enjoy!

The fast winds on a bitterly cold day

Paint my imagination of warm ducks on a crystal clear bay

My face grows dry from the numbing weather 

While I watch the snow fall as lightly as feathers

The frightened deer gallops across the hill

Observed by a squirrel shivering with chills 

The trees grow naked deprived of their colorful leaves

While its lonesome branches begin to grieve 

The frozen lakes make the scene all the more bitter

Aided by the shriveled flowers thus showcasing the first hints of winter 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[wordman]

lol,makes me cold just reading

[Mary Jo. Clare]

Ha ha! Thank you wordman!

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[Relic]

No suggestions from me. You have a talent for displaying images in your writing. I could almost hear Gordon Lightfoot playing in the background. Nice writing.

[Mary Jo. Clare]

Wow, thank you so much for this insightful review Relic! This means so so much to me!

[Onlyme]

Delightful hypnotic and catchy flow to this remarkable poem of Winter. Vivid, sweet and endearing.

[Mary Jo. Clare]

Thank you so much Dawn! Much appreciated!

[Chris Shaw]

You paint a wintry scene with your words. Naked trees, bare branches, frozen lakes and snowfall, it's all there. Very visual.

All good wishes

Chris

[Mary Jo. Clare]

Thank you so much Christine! I'm very glad that you enjoyed the imagery!

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Meteorologically; Dec 1st is the first day of winter; what you have poetically created, in a wonderful way, is an interpretation of this seasonal event -and - very nicely done as well! Great read and beautiful composition. :-)

[Mary Jo. Clare]

Thank you so much Phil! Much appreiciated!