Yuletide

Rating: 5.0

I
The winter night has tossed a shroud
Across the hills and fields and vales
And broods beneath its settling folds.
The winter night has tossed a shroud
Across the sleeping and the dead
And urns them in a shrine of frost.
The winter night has tossed a shroud
Across the hills and fields and vales.

II
And now the cold that's everywhere
Goes creeping through the stones and bones
Stripped bare and white by biting ice.
And now the cold that's everywhere
Gnaws through the soul with winter teeth
And grinds the lonely heart to death.
And now the cold that's everywhere
Goes creeping through the stones and bones.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 05 January 2016

You have recreated the mistiness and frostiness of the season. Thanks for sharing this fantastically sweet poem, Janet. I would like to quote a few lines: The winter night has tossed a shroud Across the hills and fields and vales

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Ratnakar Mandlik 05 January 2016

The winter season, snowfall and chilling cold prevailing in England around Christmas festival has been wonderfully narrated in this beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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