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Hudson River in Winter

Updated on November 19, 2016

Hudson River winter

Hudson River in Winter
Hudson River in Winter

Hudson River in Winter (poetry)


Snow Thunder

With a sudden

flash of light

snow thunder booms

along the Hudson

as morning snow

falls heavily from

dense gray skies

silhouetting bare trees

with black branches

gradually whitening.


Above Shoreline in December

Strands of ivy

green in snow

finger their way

through the woods

above the Hudson

on a cold

and snowy day

with sun just

peeking through gray

of cloud low

in dark sky.


It would be interesting if a fellow hubber from New York created an anthology of Hudson River poetry.

Have you ever seen the Hudson River frozen?

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      Richard Francis Fleck 4 months ago from Denver, Colorado

      Thanks, Mark it's a fantastic river in the summer, too.

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      Mark Tulin 4 months ago from Santa Barbara, California

      A beautiful cold place that made me shiver and marvel. Thanks

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      Richard Francis Fleck 5 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      Thank you, dmop. I appreciate it.

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      dmop 5 years ago from Cambridge City, IN

      Lovely poem about the snow falling as the river forces her way through the coverage. There's nothing quit like a snow covered natural canvas. I love watching the many animals working to provide for themselves after a heavy snow fall. Voted up and beautiful.

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      Richard Francis Fleck 5 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      Thanks for your comment. I was in New York (Nyack) when I wrote those poems at my daughter's placer. Unfortunately I'm not into snowboarding but do alpine and cross country skiing.

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      Mike Pugh 5 years ago from New York City

      Very unique poem here @ juneaukid, I like the play on the natural essence of the Hudson

      I'm a New Yorker so I love the Hudson, and those wintery moments when everything is cold, snowy, and sometimes unbearable, but yet awesome. I can't wait for it to start snowing out here in NYC actually, so I can work on my snow angels & snow man again.

      I love snow boarding too, up in PA at the Blue Mountain resort. If you can write a hub about that, that would be cool I done one a while back on it all, that's if you're into snow boarding yourself. Awesome poem.

      Voted up in every way possible.

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      Richard Francis Fleck 5 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      Thanks Hello, hello. I don't know what's going on either.

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      Hello, hello, 5 years ago from London, UK

      Wow, juneaukid, that was wonderful.

      Juneaukid, I most properly have to say goodbye to you because all my new hubs are now marked substandard and I can't get any hub up. I wrote to them but no answer but just these automatic notices. It hurts because I made such wonderful friends here. I don't know what's going on.

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      Richard Francis Fleck 5 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      Thank you Eiddwen, I appreciate it.

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      Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

      Great poetry and one to vote up herer without a doubt.

      Take care and enjoy your day.

      Eddy.

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      Richard Francis Fleck 5 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      Thank you, the Hudson usually is not furious, but it can be very choppy and stormy.

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      Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

      I have not seen the river you talk about, but your poem evokes similar images in my mind, a furious river that straddles my village.