RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 50,061 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Winter Cold - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Wrote this one in 1976.

Comments about Winter Cold by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

  • Gold Star - 30,227 Points * Sunprincess * (9/23/2015 7:52:00 AM)

    ...beautiful poem, these kinds of days are wonderful...
    and your poem nicely captures the day ★ (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 962 Points Tan Pratonix (9/11/2015 10:16:00 PM)

    You said everything in so few and such simple words. Like Soul Watcher said, you make the reader live the situation you're talking about. I enjoyed this. I know what you're talking about. Been to America, experienced the winter there. And I know...Spring is here, yet winter has not left us. Winter doesn't leave easy! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 962 Points Tan Pratonix (9/11/2015 10:13:00 PM)

    You said everything in a few simple words. Like Soul Watcher said, you make the reader live the situation. Bless you, RoseAnn! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,639 Points Soul Watcher (9/2/2015 2:02:00 AM)

    Very awesome, your diction in describing the events is so nice such as when you say 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.
    You make the reader live the situation you're talking about.
    Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 319 Points Saman Shahraki (8/12/2015 4:34:00 AM)

    I can feel the winter.i love it (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,612 Points Melvina Germain (8/11/2015 2:41:00 AM)

    Sometimes it is necessary in the cold, winter months to remain inside if possible. Well it's summertime now but I can still see the images of winter. Excellent poem..... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 7,600 Points Ayman Parray (8/4/2015 2:13:00 AM)

    1976 must have been a great year. An age of rock music and a great year in films too. And there you were waiting for spring, in an exciting era, writing a wonderful poem called 'Winter Cold'. That's where my imagination takes me when I read your poem. I feel somehow nostalgic of that time and era, through your poem even though I have never been there. The winters here in my home are severe but I love it. I have learned to adopt to it and when winters come, an inexplicable feeling comes which I welcome with open arms. I think every poet aspires to write about the seasons and the elements - the things that affect us a lot, on a daily basis. You have done so brilliantly and in a way that inspires me. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,618 Points Kevin Patrick (3/27/2015 6:59:00 PM)

    Here in southern Ontario, its spring Now, yet its currently -3 and snowing intermittingly, I know the feelings expressed in this all to well, I know that feeling all to well, you get a nice couple of days then the ravages of winter make a desperate bid to reclaim their thrown, but Spring will come. Fantastic work, superb as always (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 43,996 Points Akhtar Jawad (1/16/2015 7:25:00 PM)

    Outside the door, I take a step, my breath I can see blowing
    in the wind.
    A beauty of description that has been frozen in this short poem on winter. Like poet the reader while going outside of this poem sees the breaths of his liking blowing in the wind and thinks to remain in the warmth of the poetry...................10 (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 554 Points James Fitzpatrick (1/8/2015 8:10:00 PM)

    A very nice poem which reminds us all of those days when it is better to be in than out.... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,486 Points Patricia Grantham (12/26/2014 5:10:00 PM)

    As a child I would always peep out the window with my face
    pressed close to the glass and watching it mist up. Cold outside
    but nice and toasty inside. Heartwarming. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 25,352 Points Rajnish Manga (12/8/2014 6:33:00 AM)

    What do we call a season falling between the final days of winters and opening days of springs? I am not sure but this poem of yours is bang on the point. Thanks for this beautiful piece of poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,112 Points Shabeeh Haider (11/20/2014 1:17:00 AM)

    nicely written and wonderful to read (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,637 Points Cigeng Zhang (10/28/2014 7:12:00 AM)

    I liked your simple style. Thank you for the posting. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 211 Points Raihana Abdul Jabbar (9/11/2014 2:53:00 AM)

    I can read between the lines, an indecision about life's choices. Sometimes we choose, Sometimes God does it for us. Thanks for sharing. :) (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,885 Points Valsa George (8/3/2014 11:51:00 PM)

    I can feel the chill of the lingering winter in these lines! But the thought of an incoming spring will definitely warm our spirits! Nice poem! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 16,813 Points Amitava Sur (7/7/2014 7:19:00 AM)

    A beautiful portraying of winter what gives me a pleasure to dream (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jason Atkinson (8/21/2013 12:40:00 AM)

    I enjoyed this read a lot. I showed it to a friend, she liked it as well. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 26,254 Points 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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 1, 2014

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