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Bravo! Nicely rhymed and smoothly written.
Nothing forced. And it vividly drew me into the changing of the seasons. I can almost feel a cold wind on my back.
Most of your pieces are outstanding, but this is one of you best.
I really enjoyed this poem, it gave a really nice feeling off, but then again, I'm a winter person. It flows really well and your imagry is amazing. Great poem!
-hands him a cookie and coffee-
Merry Christmas!
You have ended your summer sabbatical with a poem that is so rich in imagery and emotion that I have had to read it again and again to fully savor the subtleties. You write about the coming of winter with such a sweet sorrow that one can be forgiven for not fully realizing how deeply affected you are by the passing of the 'growing' seasons until the last tenderly offered verse. I have truly truly missed your 'poetic' presence and didn't realize how much until now.
Excellent work putting this poem together. I enjoyed reading this one very much. I'm a true nature lover and get inspired with all that nature has to offer. Good or bad. This is a great nature poem and it hit home with me all the way. Nothing was missing. It contained everything that a great poem should have. Very well done.
Winter and its rigid hand,
points the finger at the soul,
beckoning it to its purpose,
those are surely ways of old.
You have used winter and the plowman very effectively here. The plowman representing the Grim Reaper and Winter representing Death. We are all destined to this vast wasteland we call Death and nothing can be done about it, but to write effectively and passionately as you have. The rhyming scheme is superb and the fluidity is flawless. But there is always hope, as you so pointed out in this line: "Mother nature’s time of resting, Gathered in are her skirts of green." Hope for the next generation! Wisely done, Brian!
I love to read your thoughts and the stories you tell are easy to relate too. I have missed you and hope your health is better. Nice to read more from you my friend. I'm feeling the chill and now I need a coat! Anthony
Written like a true Canadian (no, you're British); guess you really had to use your imagination for this one, eh! This flows well, is easy to read, and tells a good story of winter's arrival
I thought this was very poetic.
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