Winter was my season: of course, it lasted a while, so one learned to like it. The cold would nip at my lungs with frozen bites: I didn't mind. The snow crunched underfoot, whispering secrets only it trusted me to keep; knowing what we talked about would stay between the snow and I. The fireplace would wait patiently, a reward for shoveling the driveway, ready to warm my body after a hard afternoon's work. Christmas was magical: memories of special times spent with my family. I believed Santa was real, although he wore my daddy's boots. Winter was my season: of course, it lasted a while, so I learned to love it... and oh, how I miss it now. In my mind, I go home a lot.
this one's got all the pristine beauty of winter but infused with warmth and wonder (which those of you who love winter like this must think it really does :)). Dawn
You've touched on something we all do, Karla. In my mind, I still celebrate holidays with my grandparents on the farm. Even though my grandpa passed away well over 20 years ago. Those memories are always a nice place to visit.
runching snow ,, i love snow that crunvhes and sqieeks under foot ---
a poignant and nostalgic piece
love john+
"Psss hatr to disolussion you.santa IS real
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 1, 2005
This would sound great put to music. Winter wonderland tune would be cool.
Splendid poem/song..
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 1, 2005
This is just beautiful, Karla, absolutely beautiful. "The snow crunched underfoot, / whispering secrets only / it trusted me to keep;" It does NOT get any better than that.
Hometowns all hold special memories. I moved back to my hometown about eleven years ago and it is here I will stay. I am deep into the mountains where the deer and lions play and the rabbits have built homes around my wood pile. Nice, soothing write, Karla.
My goodness!! So we are... on the same page! But think I'd swap my harrowed Tess for your fireside Kosy Karla with Kocoa and Kristmas any day! Can identify - always the MOST excited about this kind of nostalgia before the actual time sets in... by then, I'm usually looking forward to spring! Evocative and warming, Karla, thank you. LOL Kate xx
Your excellent writing almost convinced me. But, not this Winter. I am happy and warmer in the South, and here I shall stay 'till Spring has sprung... and then some! - Bill
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peace and love, Carole
*sigggggggggggggggh* o, how I miss Ohio and maman and daddy!! Thank you for evoking such pleasant memories; splendid poetry! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
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The magic moments in life are with us forever. I still believe in Santa.
your brother abdi-noor
a poignant and nostalgic piece
love john+
"Psss hatr to disolussion you.santa IS real
Splendid poem/song..
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