It's winter now
the leaves have fallen
it's getting colder
the sun comes out
although
a lot less bolder.
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The children
press their noses
to the window,
wondering when
it might snow.
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I walk outside
and I close my eyes
breathe in the smell
of the fireplace fires.
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When it starts
to snow the children
throw on their coats,
rush outside and
shovel the snow
with their hands,
as the neighborhood
park transforms into
a winter wonderland.
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The snow doesn't visit
us often here in the South
as it usually takes a more
northerly route.
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Tonight we'll gather
and decorate the tree
with bells, ribbons
and colored lights
and we'll sing Christmas
carols into the night.
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Before bed
well say a prayer
for peace on earth
that includes every
living being's right
to be free,
and live their truth
being who their hearts
tell them to be.
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
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Comments (4)
Snow, snow snow! I feel the children's excitement too!
Amen. This was such a beautiful poem. Loved it!
Winter will come in some way or other, and the children will love snow, of course we had tons of more snow, as I was a child, but winter will come, maybe also only in our hearts
Beautiful poem, love how you described this time of year.