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winter's song,the edit

Just beyond the end of autumn
  I hear cruel winter's call
  and he arrives to slay the leaves
  which,stubborn,clung through fall

The land once green and full of life
  has now grown cold and sere
  and harvest's colors once so rife
  no longer are seen here

As white and silver cloak descends
  to cover silent land
  the air,once cool,turns frigid, clear
  and quietens all at hand

Yet in this land grown cold and bleak
  a subtle beauty lies
  seen only by the few who seek
  solitude 'neath cloudless skies

For here and there for those who look
  in sheltered cove,near quiet brook
  the brilliant reds of bird and berry
  are often seen by those who tarry



Although life seems to now have fled
  from hoary woods that seem so dead
  the slower pulse of lives still beat
  though stealthy now instead of fleet

This muted land so chill and bare
  is still the home to fox and hare
  and running ground to buck and doe
  an outdoor stage for jay and crow

Although this season's cold and still
  and death is all it seems to bring
  if not for winter's silent chill
  who'd care if ever there came spring?
— scribbler, May 08, 2010

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Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost, Burns, Longfellow, Poe, and Johnson. I guess you've noticed these are all past masters. Other than folks on site I don't read any contemporary poets .

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scribbler

16 years 1 month ago

winter's song

This is about as good as my formatting is likely to get. Thank you for having taken the time to read it.Will be submitting daily.
xena465

xena465

16 years 1 month ago

Good one Scribbler

It takes time to get used to using the site...well done. Rosina xena465
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ngaioBeck

16 years 1 month ago

Winters

Wistful characterisation
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hippiepoet69

16 years ago

Winter used to be fun

but these old bone don't like it now. I loved the ice and snow. We would ski behind my 56 chevy truck. On my spare tire. Holding onto a 100 foot extension cord. Life is what you make it. So enjoy it no matter the weather. Good read. See you tomorrow. Take Care. huey
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scribbler

16 years ago

winter

Not much snow down here,so I settled on riding impromptu sleds down hills.Still enjoy the quiet solitude of a winter woods. Stan
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

15 years 11 months ago

Dear Scribbler

Very well done! I like the title. The language use is very descriptive. I love poems about Winter. The ending was conclusive. My favorite lines: Although life seems to now have fled from hoary woods that seem so dead the slower pulse of lives still beat though stealthy now instead of fleet Always, Cat
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scribbler

15 years 11 months ago

winters song

thank you so much Cat.I had come to believe there was something seriously wrong with this poem that I just couldn't see.I plan to eventually do a "song" for each season.........scribbler
Professor Purple

Professor Purple

15 years 11 months ago

Another great one!

You're making me wish for winter very dearly, Scribbler. Teasing me with this in the middle of a heat wave... My main suggestion, since winter is personnified ("I hear the winter’s call and he arrives to slay the leaves") is for caps on the seasons. That line would then need an adjective to replace "the", winter is certainly white and cold, it can also be old, or something else. For this part, "the slower pulse of lives still beat though stealthy now instead of fleet", "beat" could use an "s" as it is the pulse that beats. Since that would weaken the rhyme, maybe "more slowly pulses of lives beat", since I removed the "still", I changed "the slower" to "more slowly", which implies a "still". And here: "Although this seasons cold and still", I suggest "season's" Also, I just looooove winter. Hard to choose a favourite part to your poem, the descriptions are all so beautiful. Probably this stanza: "As white and silver cloak descends to cover silent land the air,once cool,turns frigid, clear and quietens all at hand" For the peaceful silence. Well it doesn't say peaceful but to me it does. Ahh, if I could, I'd live where there's snow 10 or 11 months a year... Antoine
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scribbler

15 years 11 months ago

winter

appreciate your suggestions and have changed on all but line19.This will take further thought as to whether change will do more harm than good.I seem to always be going back to previous works and tinkering with them i.e."Peace a Haiku"where I changed a contraction back to two base words lol.Thanks for such kind feedback....scribbler