Winter does not empathize
with withered branches or
displaced birds fleeing waves
of frozen breath.
Her howling wind is a laugh out loud and
she hasn’t the grace to cover her mouth.
A tease of holly and evergreen flicker
at the curve of billowed thighs
glistening folds of hallowed mounds
drift in other worldly sighs ensnared
in her exquisite binds.
art by Karol Bak
I liked “Her howling wind is a laugh out loud and
she hasn’t the grace to cover her mouth.”
We had quite a bit of howling here the other day! 🙂
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So I hear. She’s making herself known! 😊
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🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thank you John
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You are welcome, Holly!!
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Thank you John.
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You are welcome, Holly.
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Much fun
reading this one
down under
seated in the Sun 🌞
Where Summer sighs
with a warm breeze
and words murmuring
for Holly to tease
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Love that, thank you David. It’s pretty warm here too , relyimg on imagination.
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A gorgeous dripping of icicles at winter’s expense. The last 5 lines rule!
The pic is gorgeous…. I love her winter hat! ❦❦❦
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Thank you Resa! 😊
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OMG…Fabulous.
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Thanks so much Gigi!
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Thank
You Gigi! 😊
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Great poem! And, I must say, I love Winter 🙂
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I’m glad you liked! 😊
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My pleasure! It’s a great poem!
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Thank you 😊
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
NOW THIS LADY IS…COLD!!!! GREAT WORKINGS, HOLLY!
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Thank you Jon
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In fact…unlike yourself…she gives us all a cold shoulder—long before it was popular with the clothing designers! ❤
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😛and a red nose, that’s not chic. ♥️
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Only if like Rudolf, whose nose glows!
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He’s very important , may his nose never dim.
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Great poem! Love the intro. You always find great images for your poems.
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Thank you Braeden.
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My pleasure Holly
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Mine too! 😊
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Winter is a beauty, but she takes no prisoners when she’s feeling her power. Wonderful poem, Holly.
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That’s for sure , thank you Diane.
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one of your prettiest pieces, even with the chill between the lines.
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Thank you , I’m glad you like it.
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I also like the howling line. BUT … I’m thinking you are in South Florida. Freezing???? 😉
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Hey, I’m just trying to role with the tide. It’s a different world here but no one wants hear about our 80 degrees in December! 😊
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Great answer. So you have always lived in the South?
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I’ve traveled to many places but always return to Florida. A Miami native , not that many left.
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A true lady of the Sunshine State. 🙂
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We are thin blooded here and suffer terribly in the snowy climates, still we love the beauty of it 🙂
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That’s fair. Snow can be very beautiful …. for me, especially when it sticks to the trees. Meanwhile, enjoy admiring it from afar.
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I am dear Frank, my photography friends are sending pictures of the snow on rooftops and trees, so delightful. A vicarious winter is not bad! “)
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Great opening two lines!
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I’m glad you liked it.
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The Woman of Winter Queen Frost. Love each and every line, the symbolism was beautiful representing the Fall of Winter and such a wonderful picture to go with a lovely ode.🌹
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Thank you so much Roy, lovely comment! A rose to you, one of the few flowers to withstand Lady Winters wrath. .🌹
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Thank you much Rene, the pleasure is mines and thank you for the flower that is almost as lovely as you.🌹
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Thank you Roy!
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So welcome🌹🌹
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Winter is promising to be every bit of what this beautiful poem speaks of. Those other worldly sighs within her binds. It won’t be long now. She is like fate, inexorable with silken white ties, sleepy eyes, and hands cold like wet ice.
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She is indeed, and so unpredictable. 🙂
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I think that’s what I like about her. It keeps me frosty and on my toes.
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Woolen socks! I highly recommend them! ❄️
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Great minds! I wish you could see my collection of wool socks. On second thought, maybe that wouldn’t be as fun for you as it would be for me. 😊😬
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A collection of wool socks? Of course I’m excited about those ! Perhaps a sock pic.
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😁 How does one post a pic in comments? Or should I do a wool sock post? My true sense of humor might leak out.
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I woukdnt mind a Sock post. 😊
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I’ll do one this weekend with appropriate sockomaniac commentary. 😎
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Very excited about this. 😛
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Muwaaa haaa haaa! I think I’ve found my true purpose in life. I owe you big time for this inspired post. 😁
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You owe me a sock post .Smiles!
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😆 it’s my top priority. Writing out the script now. 🧦
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It’s inexplicable, always disappearing from the dryer. Is there a land of wayward socks?
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I think all of my favorite socks are stashed away in dryer vents all over the world. Maybe someday an archeologist will discover them and wonder why we used such colorful filters for our dryer vents in those days.
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Having evolved, future inhabitants will have no idea what socks are for.🤔
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I was thinking what might archeologists think if they found an old Pinterest server somewhere. Just think of the sock pictures they would find 😲
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Omg, shocking. 😟
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Shocking stockings for sure. Those are my favorites. I have seen a few now with tattoo motifs. They look like real tats, but I don’t dare stare or ask questions. That would probably not go over well, but dang, they look cool.
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Oh yeah, I have some of those. You mean the kind for ladies right? 👠
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Yes indeed for the ladies. I think they look really good on a woman with the chin up attitude to wear them. You get four Dragon thumbs up for being that lady.
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Thumbs up to you dear H. Have a beautiful day.
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Thank you lovely Mme H. The very best to you as well.
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To you as well Mr H. I love the smiles and laugh out louds you send my way, much needed and enjoyed!
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I do believe the best part of any day is the fun shared amongst friends and House of Heart is a smile friendly environment. I find it delightfully addictive. Of course, if we Dragons get too rowdy with our merriment making, you need only stomp your foot once, hands on your hips, and a menacing glare with one eyebrow raised and we will quickly return to good order and discipline. That’s the best time to get us to help with chores when you have our undivided attention. 😌
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Merriment is always welcome here, I find you delightful Mr. H. I wouldn’t dream of assigning any chores to the Dragons in such a small place, but always big enough to hang out in! 🙂 Re: Anne’s Truck has vanished and original in the attic. I do have a snow bound truck though.
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Me and the Dragons love hanging out and doing the cool stuff. You have a snow bound truck!?! That is fine art of the best kind. My truck happens to be white so I can’t find it in the snow. I spend more time in front of the fireplace, but that’s okay.
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A delightful poem
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Thank you so much.
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J’ai aimé cette lecture 🙂
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Merci, I’m glad you enjoyed this Gyslaine 🙂
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Perfect title.
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Thank you river 🙂
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Winter is ensnaring, and inescapable. To hate and to love. She is definitely not someone to take easy. Great poem, Holly.
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So true! Thank you Otto.
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A pinpointed share that is beautifully written. So perfectly personified depictions, I can feel the abrupt chills.😀
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Thank you AOC. I’m so glad you enjoyed reading this. 😊
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Fantastic imagery! Very well done with well choosen image too. Michael
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Nor should she be…nature is eternal but infernal. Nicely done Miss Heart!
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So true, she never promised to be a lady, to the contrary. Thank you Cake!
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Very dark, bitter chocolate Cake comment. I have to live up to my rep. Missed you Miss Heart.
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You have been missing Mr. Cake, I am glad to find you back among the virtual living.
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Well that is a matter for philosophical debate I think… I think I am somebody’s dream even in the real world.
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It’s lovely being somebody’s dream.
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But sometimes rather disturbing, just ask Alice!
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No need to ask Alice, I’ve been down the rabbit hole myself.
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I thought you looked familiar, I recognised you from wonderland!
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Laughs out loud…was that you?
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It certainly was… I was the cat, smiling and looking at the King.
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aha! yes, now I remember you.
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I hope I was nice that day, though I was probably mad.
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It was probably the kool aid Sangria, that’s my story
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Ah who doesn’t what to have a cup Kool Aid Sangria now and then.
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Far be it from me to turn down a Kool Aid Sangria, oh wait…it this a trick?
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What exactly is in this delicious tasting drink?
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You tell me…Al the angle was rather fond of it and it seemed to be loosening him up quite a bit too.
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Al the Angle is taking on a life of his own…an enigmatic one but still…he is gathering a following and has the attention of some rather sinister authorities
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I’m going to be following Al so you best make it good. Lots of noir and stuff.
I’m off to bed, Night Mr. Cake, it’s been a pleasure. ❤
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It certainly has been… sleep tight Miss Heart.
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Like a baby. Have a beautiful day Mr Cake.
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And you too Miss Heart.
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Thank you Mr. Cake, hope the day is going super well for you.
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Very cool!
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Thank you!
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I got a chill from just reading this poem. Well done!
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Thank you!
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