It Begins...
Cold chills stone with lowering degrees
Ice creeps silently into mortar making it her glassy home
Snow settles inconsiderately on unsuspecting roof. Interloping and burdensome.
Wind blusters southward in her seasonal dispatch, happy to serve cold
Steps disappear shivering under layers of hardening white nuisance
Winter settles smugly, surveying her frosted realm
Ah, that smug Winter. I love her. Beautiful piece.
ReplyDelete(btw, Steve, I corrected your link in Mr. Linky. For some reason, it likes to save your previous link, so you have to clear it each time before you add the new one.) :)
Very well written! I can feel the cold and bitterness. You make me want to turn up the heat. As I write, it's snowing quite vigorously outside, and already I'm longing for spring!
ReplyDeleteRick
Classic way of telling how great it's going to be. Winter is to be welcomed for another round. Beautiful take!
ReplyDeleteBrrrrrrrr great poem especially the lines:
ReplyDeleteCold chills stone with lowering degrees
Ice creeps silently into mortar
Chillingly good!
Yes, great cold!
ReplyDeleteLoved your imagery! 'A 'hard nuisance' indeed. I remember it well as I drift into summer!
ReplyDeleteWinter, for all its first beauty, delivers cold without color! Love this.
ReplyDelete"making it her glassy home"...very nice image and so true...blessings...bkm
ReplyDelete'hardening white nuisance' - the difference of looking at snow as an adult rather than a kid.
ReplyDeleteNice Magpie :)
You have made 'embracing winter' easier for me this year ......
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Great Magpie.
ReplyDeleteJust went to get my mittens..I feel this!!
ReplyDeleteWinter is all too "happy to serve cold" I love that line.
ReplyDeletewinter in all its glory told
ReplyDeletelike the others, this one's got me grabbing my throw. But you know, when old dame winter turns us cold we just gotta turn up the heat :)
ReplyDeleteHi Tess
ReplyDeletethank you and thanks for fixing mr linky.
I think the problem is that I posted a comment before clicking the linky button. Sorry.
Hi Rick
Chilled me to the bone just writing it and it's summer here... Keep warm!
Hi Kaykuala
ReplyDeleteThankyou, and yes it is all part of the seasonality of life...
Hi Kathe,
ReplyDeleteThanks.
Hello to all of you that have visited this week.
ReplyDeleteI really do appreciate your comments. They give me the encouragement to continue.
I've had a very busy week and had itended to respond individually to all. However, forgive me as my bed is calling at this hour of the morning.
Once again thankyou and i'll look forward to doing the rounds again next Magpie...
Steve.
Creeping silently into the mortar... and our bones...
ReplyDeletewinter IS an exceedingly smug season...
ReplyDeletereally lovely!
Dear Stitch n Steve: Lovely poem! Pore me a cold one! Excellent poem!
ReplyDeleteBy these lines I would say that you are not a fan of old man winter. Be careful or he will set you a trap on those icy steps to trip you up! :)
ReplyDeleteNice take on the Magpie
This is glorious Steve! :-)
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