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A Winter's Gift (a Haiku)

Updated on January 11, 2015
Snow covered limbs...
Snow covered limbs...
White side walks...
White side walks...
Inside, a warming bed...
Inside, a warming bed...
Winter has come again...
Winter has come again...
Childhood joy begins...
Childhood joy begins...


Winter's special gift,

Quilts of white, lovingly spread.

Draped over limbs of trees,

Where grey squirrels slip to bed.


Red Wings gather close,

As their chattering is heard,

A warming tactic,

By such an intelligent bird.


Field mice hide in nests,

Safe, deeply within the ground,

Warmed by earth and moss,

Devoid of Wintery sound.


As I lie in bed,

Soft pillows beneath my head,

Without fears or dread,

Out, I'd rather be, instead.


Morning's snow shall be,

The delightful white I'll see.

Childhood memory's glee,

Then I'd run and play, so free.






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As in their beds, each child to dream...
As in their beds, each child to dream...

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      Ann Carr 2 years ago from SW England

      I'm thoroughly enjoying your poetry today, whonu! It does bring out childhood memories, doesn't it, when all the snow silently shrouds the ground? Magical and mystical.

      You transported me to that magical world. Thank you.

      Ann

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      Susie Lehto 2 years ago from Minnesota

      In the midst of January with snow all around, and beautiful bright blue skies...this was inspiring for me. Thank you.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      I used to love playing in the snow as a little girl. I'm glad I have the memories because I no longer have the snow.

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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      Yes, we all have memories that remain, no matter how old we become. Thanks. whonu

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      Winter affects humans and creatures in different ways, but there is joy in there, somewhere. Thanks for the beautiful lines.

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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      Thanks MsDora and keep warm my friend. whonu

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      Mona Sabalones Gonzalez 2 years ago from Philippines

      Lovely poem, very picturesque. Makes me miss winter in Boston, where I lived for a year.

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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      Thank you my friend and blessings. whonu

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