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Winter, winter how we feel your icy touch The earth is now under your freezing clutch All that falls in our ears is the howl of gales from far The night sky is covered in grayness without a single star In the dawn, nowhere can one spot the buzzing bees       Icicles hang from boughs of leafless trees Birds sit with drooping wings in their woody nests       Within eye shot, no trace of any roaming beasts Trees stand sleeping in the biting cold And the sun has lost its bright sheen of gold From nowhere comes the song of a single bird On the slopes, one cannot sight the grazing herd Roof tops are crusted with flakes of snow Which the sun with sharp beams alone can thaw Piles of snow lie heaped on the barren ground And the entire Earth lies in a sea of ice drowned Busy streets and pavements are now lying bare People stay indoors and to be out, they hardly dare       The rodents have gone into hibernation in their ditch And life altogether has gone out of pitch In the smiting chill of a dreadful wintry night When through every fiber n’ nerve is the cold bite How we like to sit cocooned beside the hearth Sipping a cup of steaming tea in rising mirth In such quiet hours, one can peruse into the pages of tomes That will transport one to enchanting magical zones Or engage in a hearty chat with friends and family Thus turning even the bleakest hours sweet and lively
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
In the Grip of Winter
Winter, winter how we feel your icy touch The earth is now under your freezing clutch All that falls in our ears is the howl of gales from far The night sky is covered in grayness without a single star In the dawn, nowhere can one spot the buzzing bees       Icicles hang from boughs of leafless trees Birds sit with drooping wings in their woody nests       Within eye shot, no trace of any roaming beasts Trees stand sleeping in the biting cold And the sun has lost its bright sheen of gold From nowhere comes the song of a single bird On the slopes, one cannot sight the grazing herd Roof tops are crusted with flakes of snow Which the sun with sharp beams alone can thaw Piles of snow lie heaped on the barren ground And the entire Earth lies in a sea of ice drowned Busy streets and pavements are now lying bare People stay indoors and to be out, they hardly dare       The rodents have gone into hibernation in their ditch And life altogether has gone out of pitch In the smiting chill of a dreadful wintry night When through every fiber n’ nerve is the cold bite How we like to sit cocooned beside the hearth Sipping a cup of steaming tea in rising mirth In such quiet hours, one can peruse into the pages of tomes That will transport one to enchanting magical zones Or engage in a hearty chat with friends and family Thus turning even the bleakest hours sweet and lively
This poem is written visualizing the freezing winter of the West ! Dear friends of the West, spend your winter dreaming of the coming spring ! I know I am a bit old fashioned with a penchant for rhyming verse!
valsa-george
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
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