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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry nine years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Wednesday, 27 November 2019


I draw back curtains to reveal morning’s mood
My eyes gingerly adjust to the unknown scene
Hope droops upon seeing nothing but greyness
Drapes of cloud bear down through rainy drizzle
Winter’s daily gloom seeps into my disposition
There’s no blue sky of sunshine welcome today
At this time of year motivational energy lags
I simply yearn for springtime’s signs and sights
To see those yellow heads of vibrant daffodils
Bobbling and swaying as winter’s winds rattle
Cheeky little pansy faces smile and endear me
This eagerness to see longer and brighter days
Carries me between seasons of dark and light
December’s traditions add touches of sparkle
Indoor warmth brings festive feasting and fun
Midwinter’s solstice is my time for celebration…

Eileen T O’Neill 27/11/2019


  1. Solstice and equinox are the times for festivals indeed!

  2. I like the way you turn it around from gloom to anticipation.

  3. I love cozy indoor days in bad weather. Here on the west coast we are having unseasonably warm, calm sunny days. Sigh. The climate is confused.

  4. Our mutual longing for spring reminds me that winter has just begun. Let this hope carry us all, Eileen.

  5. Longing for the signs of spring and sun and lengthening days makes perfect sense to me. May your solstice celebration be exquisite.

  6. The longing for warm summer breeze to vanish the winter chil......

  7. Love how the coming festivals will erase the gloom and also the assurance of spring.

  8. And may the yule log burn merrily! Winter is a season for transformation, isn't it? Darkest and deepest, like a womb about to give rebirth. Our worst season is yet the best.

  9. The festive season and Christmas sparkles will be fun and cosy in winter. I like the pansy faces and daffodils of Spring too..Nice poem !


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