Winter Cold Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Winter Cold

Rating: 4.7


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 OF THE POEM
Sandra Feldman 21 August 2013

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.

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Jason Atkinson 21 August 2013

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

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Amitava Sur 07 July 2014

A beautiful portraying of winter what gives me a pleasure to dream

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Valsa George 03 August 2014

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!

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Raihana Abdul Jabbar 11 September 2014

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

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Luo Zhihai 21 December 2020

This winter is long fou us! So cold it is!

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Soran M. H 29 December 2019

Such a lovely excellent image in this poem makes readers to feel that cold and watching out from your window too,10++ from me for this lovely piece of work..

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A B Faniki 07 October 2019

Simple and lovely. The hands of winter could be chilly and death. Thanks for sharing

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Richard D Remler 27 February 2019

outside we've got drifts as tall as me, and it's all kinds of cold. Your penning is perfect, like looking right out the window. Pretty good writing there. tyfs

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Aniruddha Pathak 31 August 2018

Yes RoseAnn, Life is a mixed bag. Spring is here, winter has not left us, A good poem reflecting reality,

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