32 Degrees Poem by Meredith B.
32 Degrees
Just before the first snow comes,
The lake nearby is overcome
An icy shield is spread around,
Those underneath are safe and sound.
A peaceful silence, so serene
Life still there but now unseen.
All around a blazing white
A wonderful result of the freezing night.
The last bird left a while ago,
Covered are all things that grow.
Gone are all the buzzing bees
Sleeping in 32 degrees.
'Those underneath are safe and sound.' ...'safe', except maybe from 'ice fishermen (or is it now 'ice fisherpersons'?) , and predator fish.
I LOVE the poem, its theme, rhyming, & flow. I give stars; did I mention already?
A fresh take on a season that so many dislike. Your wonderful poem has primed me to start liking winter a little more. Thank You, Meredith!
The icy feel of winter so beautifully said and when read, felt!
Made a revisit. Enjoyed this beautiful poem once again. I live in the equatorial Kerala and ice/snow I have come across only in my Frigidaire… so, good to read again
Though no birds may be apparent, there may be 'winter birds', some of which have descended from 'the North', e.g. Snowy Owls, Redpolls, and Snow Buntings, ...or at least their used to be. bri ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/22/2025 10:52:41 AM # 1.0.0
This is such a great poem! It just flows so easily!