Winter Waits

Every Year

 

Winter waits while Time runs free

                    Winds hum a lullaby and sing

White sheets on each and every tree

                That sleeps and dreams of spring

Snow flakes sway to crispy tunes

                   Falling to hide footprints’ tales

Green hills turn to virgin dunes

                    Smoothed by storms and gales

A new year laments an old one

                        With hope for Nature’s smile

While night teases the day’s sun

                     As it walks sky’s ancient aisle

The mind beholds in wonder and stands

Such scenes painted by Heavenly Hands

Author's Note

I hope I'm forgiven for the faulty meter, or is it yard?

Reviews

[Ahmad Alhour]

Amazing!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is simply beautiful. Staggered metre' is not a flaw but can be used effectively as a powerful vehicle for conveying emotion if the words are expressive and imaginative. You do this very well here. A great piece.

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Who cares about meters, yards and all the complexities of technicality. What's important is that you capture the very essence of winter. You have great imagery and flow going on here in my opinion. A beautiful picture you have painted with your exquisite words.

[THE LOST ROSE]

I like you poem despite my hatred for winter and cold. It doesn't make me feel any warmer but you did a great job on this piece. You panited a picture instead of creating a poem. You made winter seems like a blessing.

[Dalaina Renee]

Nice job on the poem. I wish winter would end.

[Anita B Jacques]

Lovely, maybe I will stop to impatient for Spring to arrive, and appreciate winter a little more. Each season
has it's own beauty. Great poem, nice write smooth and gentle. Thank you for another great poem.
God Bless

Annie

[Lady leah]

oustanding write, I loved it very upbeat nice flow n tempo to it

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Wondering Mind,

Well, if English is not your first language, it doesn't show. This was a wonderful treat to read. Very lyrical. HIgh marks. Glad I stopped by to give a read.

Best regards,

Rick

[Sheila Kline]

It absolutely would not matter if it had not an inch of meter, as it is beautiful! The words, the descriptions you so eloquently describe have almost lulled me to sleep!
I can just close my eyes and hear this in my mind, or imagine myself gliding across a dance floor as each word is spoken!
Exquisite, absolutely exquisite!
Another favorite!
Sheila