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We had a white Christmas, and that filled my heart with joy. I don’t love winter without snow. I do love winter with snow. It’s pretty much that simple.
Here’s a draft of a poem. I feel like it needs a third stanza to tie it up, give it emotion … something. But I do like these two verses, so I’m sharing them here.
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Love the contrast of these two stanzas, Laura. What a treat to have the magic of snow on Christmas!
Thanks, Rose. It was!
I agree you need a third stanza, but I love what you have. Wonderful words “silver, hush, slow.” They roll around on the tongue like a melting snowflake. We rarely have snow, so I lack any kind of experience dealing with it. To shovel a driveway is daunting to me.
A big plus of a townhouse. Nothing to dread about a snowstorm! ❄️
Your poem shines! The rhythm and the rhyme make for a good mood, a happy feeling about winter and the music of it. I’m smiling! I will be at the nonfiction workshop and am advertising your services with teachers/librarians. We are all in a world of uncertainty in my district (and many other districts) over returning to face to face instruction and what that will look like. It’s a bit of a mess at the moment.
Thanks, Linda! Sending encouraging hugs to you and all your colleagues 🙂
Laura — I took a quick stab at a third verse, just for the fun of it:
If winter could chuckle
it would say to us, “Buckle
your boots, come out and play
on this glorious white-washed day.
Love it!
I can see you adding a third stanza about winter… dancing or talking, maybe, but I like what you have. Winter doesn’t clatter and clink here so much as have heavy fog and sometimes puddles and dampness.What does winter have when you *don’t* like it?
Now I want to write about what winter says/sings to me… but mainly it’s brown, bare twigs, brown, bare ground, and birds clamoring at the feeder… Hmmmm.…
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I love the different sounds of winter in your two stanzas. I want to sink into a snowdrift and soak it up.
Hi, Laura, thanks for joining the Poetry Friday fun and congrats on ALL you are doing too! I love how you are always writing and teaching and sharing all the time. You’re inspiring!
I love your Winter Song, Laura — and was very tempted to keep singing into a third verse with you. I too loved my one snowy Christmas — and every snow day I’ve experienced. So beautiful!
I was very tempted to join you mega-launch party … until I did my time conversions and discovered it is 3am here. Have fun! Can’t wait to hear more about your book.
Keep smiling, beautiful friend.
I too like the contrast in your two stanzas, the loud and soft sounds. I wonder what the next stanza will bring. I hope you share it when it comes to you.
We have those “soft words of snow” today, Laura, & I did go out walking, but now planning a cozy day, reading posts, books & writing. I love your celebrating snow in winter — me, too. If it’s heavy, I don’t have a proper car to drive in it, but light, I still can go out & enjoy walking in a variety of places! Happy weekend!
That ‘anon’ is from Linda B. Strange it happened that way!
Nice contrast in your two stanzas Laura, I especially like the winter whispering, and the “hush” and “slow.” I can picture your poem as a picture book… If my workshop doesn’t gather enough students next week, I’d definitely like to attend your nonfiction talk, it looks wonderful, thanks!
I also like the contrast of your two stanzas, and especially love that second one. I can feel myself relaxing! The slowing pace of winter is a blessing if you see it through that lens.
We’re forecasted to have a huge snowstorm tomorrow, so I’m looking forward to the “hush” and “slow” of the snow in the days to come, Laura. (our dog? not so much 😉 I’m signed up for your ‘How much money…’ webinar on the 27th. I’m going to try to make it live, but not sure I can juggle because of timezone. Either via recording or live, I look forward to your presentation. 🙂
Aw, enjoy the snowstorm! And poor Smidgey. I JUST this morning read his biopoem. Adorable! Thanks for sharing that. :>)
Love this ‘quiet’ little poem of yours, Laura — we are all covered in white up here, too.
Lovely wintry images — I like seeing and hearing them from a distance! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
Hooray for a white Christmas! Love your winter song. Maybe the third stanza could be the silence of steam rising from hot cocoa, buds on tree limbs waiting for spring, and unmoving roller skate wheels in the back of the closet.