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More poems about Winter
LOOKING AT WINTER
As I look at the lovely white gown that
winter is wearing,
Etched with stark branches so the great
beauty enhancing,
I feel the cold wind still blow hard
on my face
As I dream of summer with all her kindness
and sweet grace.
A quilt of richest green then this great
earth would be,
With many multicoloured flowers full
of revery,
Streams and rivers happily flowing so
free and fast,
Far away from this winter’s bitter icy
cold blast.
I know that winter has to come to us just
awhile to stay,
To rest the land, appreciate when better weather
comes our way.
It is not that I do not love winter when she
knocks on my door,
It is because I love sweet warm summer so
very much more.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 9 January 2005