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Wintery Words Poem In Spring

It is meant to be spring, but it still feels like winter! Winter refuses to leave. A lingering season, grinning at our discomfort. Hence, this little poem. Brrr...

Chilly Winds Out There

 Winter grins
Chilly winds
Teeth are all a'chatter
Rug up tight
Fading light
Falling leaves
All scatter.
Winter grins
Chilly winds
Icy gales blow
Step around
Muddy ground
Everywhere I go.
Winter grins
Chilly winds
Clouds gather in a cluster
Lightning flashes
Thunder crashes
Tis' a menacing southerly buster.
Winter grins
Chilly winds
Race to beat the storm
Shut the door
Against the roar
Inside, safe and warm.

Alan j Wright
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  1. Brenda at FriendlyFairyTales28 October 2016 at 23:43

    The best part of winter is how cozy indoors becomes. Your poem captures that perfectly.

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    1. Alan j Wright29 October 2016 at 09:01

      The appeal of the indoors and warmth certainly assumes importance when winter 'reigns.'

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  2. Linda B29 October 2016 at 02:04

    I love the idea of "winter grins", Alan, and wish for you that it would take its leave soon so you could welcome spring. Love "shut the door/Against the roar". I think we'll be doing that soon!

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    1. Alan j Wright29 October 2016 at 09:04

      Stay warm Linda. Today it's a bit warmer. Spring days will eventually take hold here, I'm certain.

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  3. Jane @ www.raincitylibrarian.ca29 October 2016 at 05:25

    Oh dear...we're heading into winter, so this poem seems to foretell the future for those of us in the northern hemisphere...! ;)

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    1. Alan j Wright29 October 2016 at 09:05

      Jane, I have no desire to be a prophet of doom. May your descent into winter be gentle and measured.

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  4. Bridget Magee29 October 2016 at 08:46

    I can almost feel the chill, Alan. Sending you warm vibes from the hot desert. =)

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    1. Alan j Wright29 October 2016 at 09:07

      Thanks Bridget. We are a fair way from experiencing desert days at present, but it will warm up - eventually.

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    2. Violet N.29 October 2016 at 15:20

      Your poem captures well the feeling of Winter overstaying his (or her) welcome. It is not a foreign feeling to me (though on the opposite end of the calendar to you).

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