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Winter's call


snowflakes, fragile rest upon my bedroom window as I gaze out onto the frosted landscape.

 

Early riser's greeted by hues of white-silver make their way, captured by the winter's sun, as it dances on the white, glittering hills and buildings.

 

Trees whose snow crystals chime their song of winter, sway to the drifts of icicle tears.

 

Winter has come....

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  • etoile
    November 17, 2008

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    crystels --> crystals

    i loved all the imagery you used in this piece. it was beautiful and captivating. you used the prompt so well and i really enjoyed reading this short piece.

    thanks for entering and goodluck


  • Gulfbreeze
    November 13, 2008

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    what a beautiful winter picture your poem vividly details. I can almost feel the morning chill. I wouldn't change a thing unless to fix a couple minor typos. the very first word should be capatilized, drop the (s) off of rests,and last line trees (who's snow crystels) should be (whose snow crystals). Thanks so much for sharing this lovely poem.


  • Sandi Alford gold member
    November 12, 2008

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    Soft and gentle imagery as is the snow that greets the morn, very lovely indeed .

    blessings, Sandi

  • Rmh4933
    November 11, 2008
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    mesmerizing

    such a vivd beauty of a write. so captivating , I as a reader am there.