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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some 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, 13 November 2019

Winter...



Each season brings along an individual perspective and manner
Winter can often be a rather rambunctious and moody devil
Creeping inwards to steal away autumn’s glorious colourful fall
Leaving a much bleaker and austere landscape as it rushes in
Its sudden stormy behaviour tosses and turns us without care
Leaving havoc as the elements toy with life’s ability to function
An icy cold demeanour bares down upon countryside and city
Whilst we wrap up in heavyweight coats to sustain our warmth
Gloves and scarves become our new must-haves where we travel
Pockets of tissues and sticky cough sweets from last year’s escapes
As we step outside from the closed curtains of home’s cosy comfort
We gaze in awe at the fresh new snowfall and sparkly icy coatings
There’s a stillness and beauty present within winter’s own nature…

Eileen T O’Neill 13/11/2019

10 comments:

  1. I love the pristine beauty of the first snowfall. My dogs loved the snow so much! You have described well the transition to the winter season, a time I enjoy for its lazy slow indoor weather.

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  2. "Winter can often be a rather rambunctious and moody devil" and yet, as you lead us to see "There’s a stillness and beauty present within winter’s own nature…" Good, good.

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  3. I am reminded of the numerous times I have pulled my winter coat out of the closet to find the remains of last year's winter accoutrements still in the pockets. More than once I have been happy to find a lone lozenge, a spare kleenex, and a tube of chapstick. I like how we feel storm-tossed at the beginning of this piece to find the stillness once more at the end.

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  4. The last two lines really bring out the beauty of winter for me. There is nothing like a fresh fallen snow blanketing the landscape.

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  5. Yes you are right you can never be sure what to expect and especially not snowfall on Christmas day for the kids to get excited over!

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  6. I love how winter creeps inwards to steal the glorious fall
    and love the last lines Great poem

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  7. Well said, Eileen. ‘Winter can often be a rather rambunctious and moody devil’! You paint such an honest picture in the lines:
    ‘An icy cold demeanour bares down upon countryside and city
    Whilst we wrap up in heavyweight coats to sustain our warmth’
    and still end with awe at the ‘stillness and beauty present within winter’s own nature’.

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  8. It's the stillness after a winter snowfall that I miss most, now that I live in a land where snow rarely falls.

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  9. You have captured that stillness and beauty of winter.

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