I'll let winter speak
in its own slow cadence.
Walk at its pace.
And listen for what it utters—
with unrehearsed patient attention.
In this pared‑back season,
your strongest lines
may yet arrive quietly,
asking only that you notice them.
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It speaks with chilling words, sometimes harsh ice cold, grey days, freezing rain with the promise of brighter and warmer days to come. Patience my friend. Well put Cryptic
Thanks, Soren. Indeed, they can be trying 🙏🕊️
YOOUR WORK STANDS ALONE. I MAY NOT ALWAYS COMPREHEDN IT BUT I ALWAYS HAVE A TRUE APPRECIATION FOR IT, THE LANGUAGE, THE STRUCTURE.
Thanks, Katie. That means so much to hear🙏🏻🕊️
Good write A. How's that Summer starting there?!
Just had the solstice and that longest day was 38C through the night! Hellter Swelter 🫠😵💫🙏🏻🕊️
Since when was it 38C in the UK?!
Well said, my friend. Your poem delves into the themes of nature, introspection, patience, and the creative process. It emphasizes the importance of slowing down and listening to the subtle messages that winter—or by extension, any quiet period—can offer.
Smelling the roses that may not be there 🥀 🙏🏻🕊️
arqios, this is understated and wise. It trusts silence, trusts time, and trusts the reader to meet it halfway. Nothing here asks to be chased…only noticed. Beautifully done, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Quite possibly therein to encounter our true selves. Thanks, Tittu🙏🏻🕊️
Indeed. Most welcome. my friend.
Nice one. Though I have nothing Good to say about Winter: It is an enjoyable Read.
Yeah, I get that; winter can be such a frigid landlord 🙏🏻🕊️
Very deep poem with well-founded poetic arguments) best wishes,
Thank you so much dear friend🙏🏻🕊️
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