Crystals claim the land
From horizon to stony earth;
The world is at its most beautiful
Ever since the most precious birth-
Whether the Child was born
In the midst of ice-covered hay,
The cool breeze of autumn,
Or on a warm night after a spring day
Matters little, for this is still the time
His most holy birth is celebrated;
Sheep and cows gathered around,
And Mary and Joseph were elated.
Ever since that sweetest moment,
Winter has become a wonder;
The sun and warmth fade early,
And all the colors retire to slumber.
During dawn, the sun peaks out
And shines on a delicate thing;
The world looks new and pure again,
The ground glistening like a diamond ring.
Everywhere one turns are strangers
To be met, families round and made of snow;
Mischief is on every sidewalk
As packed snow little boys and girls throw.
Snowflakes fall on young tongues,
All far different than the others;
They try and try to stay together
Like eternal snowflake brothers.
The world becomes like glass,
Fogging up with breaths on cold hands;
The world is bright and beautiful,
Blanketing every child, woman, and man.
Icicles seem to twinkle and tinkle,
Echoing in the season’s silence;
The beauty blankets and spreads far,
Protecting winter’s presence.
Everyone is bundled up,
The snap in the wind still causing shakes;
Yet not a soul seems to care,
For there are chewy cookies to be baked
And hot chocolate to be brewed
And logs on fires to be stacked-
All the world is in harmony,
All forgetting certain traits that some might lack.
Peace and brotherhood and love to all
Goes around and around to every heart;
Friends and families gather around,
And many even hate to part!
Winter is most gentle yet bold,
An angel in a white cloak of beauty;
Silence and peace and loveliness-
This daintiness means the most to me.
This is absolutely beautiful. The detail in every sentence is so descriptive and vivid. The eyes with which you see winter/December and this time of year are wonderful. I truly hope that light never fades in you and that you will always feel this way because reading it gives off such warmth.
"This is absolutely beautiful."
I couldn't agree more, the descriptions do paint a beautiful picture, is an awing perception of winter, and this poem is put together very well, from the descriptions, to the progression, to the message, all very focused.
Nice work SerenaLantha, is there a season that doesn't light you up, or a least favorite? I'm going to guess there isn't a season that doesn't light you up .
haha well thank you for starters! I am glad you like it! And hmmm I am not nearly as crazy about spring and summer as I am with autumn and winter, but I think that is just because I prefer being cold than warm or hot. Yet they are all beautiful, aren't they?
Yeah they are all beautiful in their own way, winters pureness and clean air, falls colors, summers wildlife, and springs awakening and getting warmer. Spring is prob my least favorite if I had to pick, while there are some good parts, and I don't mind some rain, there's usually too much rain and clouds for me .
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