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ABC Poem: Winter

Arctic blast of frigid air

Blustery winds; days no longer warm and fair.

Carpet of white blankets the ground;

Descending showers of flakes cascading down.

Elegant snow-laced branches sprout from the bare trees;

Forest now stripped of its lavish autumnal canopy

Grass once green as an emerald jewel

Hidden and withered by winter’s abrupt arrival.

Icicles droop, lengthen and stretch

Jutting downward from the roof’s shingled ledge.

Kelly green leaves no longer seen; absent also

Lemon-tinted foliage with hues of maroon, and burnt amber gold.

Moon, bright and full, keeps watch over the barren land;

Night time sky filled with glistening stars vibrant and grand.

Overlooking the strangely quiet cluster of leafless trees,

Pines tower proudly upward, resolute as ever.

Quiver, they may in the wintry wind’s brutal wake

Resisting the icy claws of the lashing breeze;

Still yet clinging to their needles of jaded green.

Tinted vaulting canvas of heavenly blue basks

Underneath the cold sunlight’s downward view.

Virgin, untouched snowdrifts like perfectly shaped sculptures;

White-capped fields covered with unblemished designs in nature.

Exhilaration and delight capture the

Young at heart and old alike with

Zeal and wonder of winter’s pristine presence

amidst the frigid arctic season.

The Appearance of Spring

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There was a southern gentle breeze

That softly whispered and flowed

Sifting the twigs and branches of leafless trees

In the forest and across the meadow.

Patches of wilted brown grass

Appeared here and there

As snow and ice, like broken glass,

Cracked, melted, and disappeared.

Singing birds tweeted and serenaded;

Their chirping tunes filling the tingly warm air.

While a shimmering sun displayed

More land; though still empty and bare.

Then did I not see a few blades of green?

Oh yes, I did! Thank you, Lord for the

Sweet appearance of Spring.

Glimpse of a Memory

Last night I had a dream

Of a quiet wintry scene.

The vision lasted only seconds

And, at first, I didn’t comprehend

As the place looked unfamiliar to me.

But soon more details I could clearly see;

A small shed near the towering old barn

And banks of snow piled up in the yard.

A pristine white drive leading to the road

And to the old mailbox upon a metal pole.

The sky glistened a brilliant blue

Beneath the sun’s glowing hue

As understanding dawned and I did know;

I was standing in the place of my old childhood home

Where my siblings and I spent many wintry days

Sledding down the gently sloping driveway.

The scene too quickly faded and yet remains in me;

A yearning glimpse of a distant memory.

Becky’s Haiku: Style and Fresh

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The style is layered

Clothes when dressing to walk in

The cold and fresh snow.

I have just attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “style” and “fresh”. I am enjoying the challenge of trying to use such seemingly different and even opposite words in such a short poem.  If you like poetry challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept his latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/

Becky’s Song: Being Thankful in January

 

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(Tune: Deck the Halls):

January is too cold fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

And I can tell I’m getting old fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Oh this weather and the temperatures, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

I cannot so easily endeavor, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

 

Tis the season to hibernate, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Stay inside until Spring’s first day, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Oh but then I might miss some fun, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

And not see the bright rainbow sun, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

 

Also no sledding or skiing, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Nor walking beneath snow glistened trees, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Nor making angels in the snow, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

All because outside I won’t go, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

 

So, I guess I’ll venture outside, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Now that the bright sun did arise, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

And continue on life’s journey, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

And try to see this new day’s blessings, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

 

It is still the time to be thankful, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Knowing that God is faithful, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

He has promised to never leave me, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

And lovingly he’s always providing, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

 

So now as I step into the cold, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Following a snow swept road, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

I will remember that Jesus is with me, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Sheltering me in his love and peace, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Writing 201 Day 9: Cold, Concrete Poem, and Epistrophe/Anaphora

Wintery Shape in the Snowscape

OH NO

THE SNOW!

YOU KNOW IT’S

COLD WHEN

YOU LOOK OUTSIDE

AND SEE THE SNOW. AS SNOW

 FLURRIES FLUTTER AROUND AND

DRIFT ON DOWN ALL TOO SOON COVER

THE GROUND. SNOW, SNOW, AND

MORE SNOW! STARTING IN NO

VEMBER OR DECEMBER,

THAT IS THE WAY THE WEATHER

WILL GO; SNOW, SNOW, AND MORE

SNOW. AND THAT SCENE OF EVER WHITE

SNOWFALL IS SIMPLY NOT ALL; FOR ALONG

WITH THAT SNOW WILL COME WINTER STORMS

 AND BITTER, FRIGID COLD. THOSE DAYS, WEEKS,

 AND MONTHS OF SNOW AND WINTRY COLD

CAN SEEM TO GO ON AND ON. EVEN SO,

ON CLEAR DAYS WHEN UPWARD

YOU GAZE YOU MAY SEE THE

 SKY IS A BRILLIANT HUE

OF VIVID BLUE BENEATH THE GLOWING EYE OF THE SUN.BUT THEN STILL ALL THAT PURE WHITE SNOW AND MORE SNOW UNTIL WHITE IS THE ONLY COLOR YOU KNOW. EVEN STILL WINTER DOES HAVE ITS’ THRILLS WITH SNOWSHOEING, SKIING, AND SLEDDING DOWN HILL.AND ON A BLUSTERY COLD AND SNOWY DAY YOU JUST MAY CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY ALONG THE WAY WHEN YOU SPY IN THE SKY AN UNUSUAL VIEW OF AN ARCHING SUNDOG OF A VIBRANT ORANGE HUE. IT IS A WINTER RAINBOW; A SIGN OF HOPE JUST FOR YOU.THEN BACK TO THE SNOW, SNOW, AND MORE SNOW! OH THAT SNOW NEVER SEEMS TO QUITE END UNTIL FINALLY COMES WELCOMED SIGNS OF SPRING.

Becky’s Sonnet: Thankful for Another Beautiful Day

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I awoke to find a streaming sunlit sky

While shaking off the remnants of a dream.

The sun was already climbing way up high

In the atmosphere as blue as a shimmering sea.

After yet another storm and some pelting rain,

The grass was turning a deeper shade of green.

Such a wonder this summer has been

As often by now it is slowly browning.

But that just goes to illustrate that I really don’t know

Or understand changing patterns of the weather;

I might perceive seasons of rain and of snow

But cannot foretell the days of this summer.

But all I can do is be content and gladly pray,

“Thank you God, for yet another beautiful day.”