“winter palette“
Winter leans in
with a painter’s restraint,
lifting soft blues
from the frost’s first breath,
letting tree‑shadows sketch
silver across the ground.
Branches rise like quiet script,
each stroke a reminder
that pared‑back beauty
asks only to be seen.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 14th, 2025 05:16
- Comment from author about the poem: winter suite 2025 (northern hemisphere, of course)
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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Comments2
This is poetry my friend where imagery blends with metaphor and words cast shadows that in their coolness brings memories and something deeper from the past and inside the soul. Cold beauty to be looked at through glass in a warmer room. A fave
Thanks, Soren. Sometimes how we call things affects not just how we approach things but how the world becomes. 🕊️🙏
Most welcome Cryptic indeed the world is what we see it
great write, much enjoyed
Thanks, Norman. You are much appreciated🕊️🙏
most welcome
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