Winter turns the spirit out.
Leaves go red and fall.
Snowy silence sits about.
I wonder at it all,
But know the proof comes in the spring
When leaves and flowers bloom
When birds again have warmth to sing
And outside’s like a room.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the theme is “The Coming of Winter/Winter’s Breath” or “Playing with Light”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I realized that I don’t understand all that I think I do. No matter how bad that might seem, my smile comes from also realizing that it isn’t all that bad.
Also linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word ‘spirit’.

Another fine poem to go with some lovely wintery images.
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Thank you, Dale!
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Nice poem. I know about “winter’s breath” – we received over a foot of snow last night and more is on the way tonight!
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Wow, Trent, that is amazing.
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I’m sure compared to were you live! Yeah, it is early for a storm like this, but not that unusual for NH to get big snow storm.
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Best wishes on enjoying the snow.
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I enjoyed your poem, Frank. It must be nice to have distinct seasons.
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Thank you, Robbie! Distinct seasons are nice.
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Very lovely shot
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Thank you, Jeremy!
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Welcome
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Beautiful, Frank. As usual, your use of rhythm and rhyme are spot on.
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Thank you, Xenia!
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I like “outside’s like a room” – how often we turn nature inside, but why not reverse it?
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Thank you, Philip! I am glad you liked that last line.
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Oh I do love the spirit of each passing season! 🙂
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Thank you, Lillian!
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The thought of winter’s spirit breathing red on leaves is wonderful
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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What a lovely spell you have woven here Frank.
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Thank you, Linda!
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Just so beautifully structured, ~Frank.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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I really like the ending. Outside is my favorite room.
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Thank you, Ali!
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I love the pace and rhyme of your quadrille, Frank, it’s like walking in the leaves and snow and watching my breath rise into spring.
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Thank you, Kim!
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Frank, that’s a danged good poem. Like the red of life in the trees being turned inside out which burns the leaves off of the trees, leaving cold until the spring.
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Thank you, Jade!
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You’re welcome.
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luv the season’s influence and the rhyming
Happy Monday
much love…
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Thank you, Gillena!
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I love that spring is a warm room for outside creatures.
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Thank you, Mary!
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Wonderful transitional poetic. I like the reference to the silence of winter, just the sound of the wind in bare branches and your own breathing. Your ABAB rhyme scheme always works well, and kudos for always getting this out of 44 words.
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Thank you, Glenn!
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Excellent poem and photo, Frank.
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Thank you!
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That first line is wonderful…so many layers inside. And great photos, as always. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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Oh Yes When the Big Blue Room Becomes Home
Where Clouds offer Shade to Summer Spring
Or in Florida at Least only a small wait
until the Days Change into
Close to Four Seasons
of December hehe..
Currently in Winter
Mode Just coming out
of Spring again hAha.. Perhaps
No Air-Conditioner At Christmas
But With Body Heat and Blankets Really
Hard to Freeze to Death Down Here only
on the Rarest Occasions of Winter Blasts
But Never enough Snow to Become all Iced in..
it’s hard for me to imagine that and i’m glad for it
Although Florida Hurricanes will be a Rather Large inconvenience too hehe..
Anyway all the More Reason to Enjoy Nice Days in the Big Blue Room of Skies..:)
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It seems one either gets snowstorms or hurricanes. It is good to enjoy the nice days when they arrive. Thank you, Fred!
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Got Chocolate
Weather For Now!
Thanks Frank..:)
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“And outside’s like a room.” I love that ending line. Great imagery here.
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Thank you, Clara!
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absolutely love the rhythm of this Frank, so melodic 🙂
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Thank you, Kate!
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This has a wonderful rhythm.
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Thank you, Ken!
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That is a strong opening line. The rest of the poem could do chin-ups on that line. Lovely work, Frank. 😊
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Thank you, Barry!
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Nice thoughts about the seasons. I’m not a fan of winter time, but if we didn’t have the cold, we’d not appreciate the spring’s warmth as much. 🙂
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Thank you!
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Nice!
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Thank you!
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“when outside is a room” – Love that thought, Frank. This poem flowed along seamlessly like a stream.
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Thank you, Sara!
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Nice idea about winter’s spirit breathing out and turning leaves red. Lovely words and photos.
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Thank you, Merril!
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wonderful recognition of the binary of cold and warm, but goes to the deeper felt level for me.
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Thank you, Paul!
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A pleasure Frank
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