RVS (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Winter Cold

Spring is here, yet winter has not left us.
It's a time for blossoms to come forth - but they are freezing
from the cold.
Look out a window and see the bright sun shining everywhere,
see the warmth hanging in the air?
Outside the door, I take a step, my breath I can see blowing
in the wind.
It's cold against my skin and quickly I step back in.
Contented now to watch the warm looking sunshine from a window
within my heated room.

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Comments (33)

Simple and lovely. The hands of winter could be chilly and death. Thanks for sharing
outside we've got drifts as tall as me, and it's all kinds of cold. Your penning is perfect, like looking right out the window. Pretty good writing there. tyfs
Yes RoseAnn, Life is a mixed bag. Spring is here, winter has not left us, A good poem reflecting reality,
Spring is here, yet winter has not left us. Nicely portrayed and communicated.
Liked the delicate opening line.. Enjoyed reading the write
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