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“In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.” William Blake
Winter’s Cool
My child’s love was spring and summer,
even early autumn here is summer,
those languid days of bathers, sand and
carefully manicured lawns,
no responsibilities
no blankets required,
sitting out in the warm of every night.
Things change, of course they do,
and lately I’ve come to appreciate winter,
after a long truce
now an embrace of all that is cool,
besides, there’s no shame in
blankets or coats,
still, summer is my first love,
but winter is my mistress.
Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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A beautiful poem!
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Very kind, appreciated 🙂
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My pleasure!
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I love hats styled like that on men – any gat except a baseball cap which is prevalent here—along with cowboy hats😀
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The baseball cap style rules here too, real hats appear here and there. I have a real hat or two. 🙂
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I love the use of metaphor in this one. It really resonated with me. I came to the same realization this year when I came to appreciate November and trees with no leaves. It took me by surprise.
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I wonder that it it an age thing too, for me I think it had to be now, and wasn’t possible earlier. I’m not certain but it seems that way.
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I love the balanced dichotomies in this poem, Paul – summer and winter. I, too, have grown to love winter, the settling in, the cozying up. The last two lines are just marvelous.
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Thank you very much LuAnne, I wonder that it comes with age, seems that way for me.
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Wonderfully woven words, lovely poem.
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Thank you so much Suma 🙂
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Clever comparison.
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Thank you very much Pat 🙂
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I love it so well said
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I somehow noticed I’ve changed .
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