After seeing a lot of snot falling from my students’ noses and hearing countless coughs this weekend, I quickly realized that these chilly months bring more than just cold weather—they also bring important life experiences. I've always loved winter: the snowfall, the hot chocolate, and cozying up to a warm Christmas movie. To continue my poetry series, I’ve decided to make this one winter-themed.
Thank you for your patience while I took a couple of weeks off from posting. I’m currently working on a very special post that will be coming soon. It covers some deeply personal issues that are very close to my heart.
As always, enjoy!
Winter Weather
Sonnet
The twinkle of the Christmas season,
Sitting enchanted at your door,
Who knows what could be the reason,
Holding warmth forevermore,
Saint Nicholas down the chimney,
Presents underneath the tree,
How could anyone look so grimly,
A little love is all you need,
The stockings filled to the brim,
Families gather round to feast,
Winter magic never starts to dim,
The gentle snow falls from the east,
Winter's charm will never fail,
Through cold and quiet winter's tale,
Childhood Christmas
Free Verse
Running down the hall, to no surprise,
An array of gifts, high and dry,
Laughter and chatter fill the room,
But nothing quite feels like being with you,
The feeling of ripping the delicate paper,
The magic of snow, like a soft taper,
The tree is so bright as the room fills with glee,
Everything in place, so perfectly,
The memories we shared when we were children,
I wish they'd last through all the seasons,
A world that's changing, so bright and blue,
Inside, there's a girl who really misses you.
Snow Globe
Free Verse
Inside the globe, a world so small,
Where perfect families have it all,
A town that’s frozen, stuck in time,
Will it ever break free, or is this its rhyme?
A girl builds a snowman next to the tree,
Adorns it with a hat and some sticks, you see,
Rocks for its eyes, a carrot for the nose,
But soon it melts away, as the cold wind blows,
The pretty little girl falls once more,
Not for joy, but to entertain the lore,
She’s paraded like a gift, for all to admire,
Hoping someday she’ll escape this cold, frozen fire.
Latte Love,
Jill
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these are so good! i love them❤️