RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Winter Cold


Spring is here, yet winter has not left us.
It's a time for blossoms to come forth - but they are freezing
from the cold.
Look out a window and see the bright sun shining everywhere,
see the warmth hanging in the air?
Outside the door, I take a step, my breath I can see blowing
in the wind.
It's cold against my skin and quickly I step back in.
Contented now to watch the warm looking sunshine from a window
within my heated room.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 01, 2014

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Wrote this one in 1976.

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  • Sandra Feldman (8/21/2013 12:33:00 AM)

    Very nice, with your poetic expertise you have been able to project the feelings and moods and caprices of weather. Enjoyed, cooled of, extremely hot in my State. thanks, S. (Report) Reply

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