where are you, my winter?
with your warrior winds
whipping on waves
candy coated tree limbs
I remember rosy red cheeks
against bleached white hills
magic carpets spinning sideways
sopping mittens, caked in snow
silence of snowflakes on tongues
screams of glee, toes numb
It’s Quadrille time over at dVerse Poets Pub. Write a poem of any style, exactly 44 words, not including the title. It must contain the word “candy” or a derivative of the word. It ‘s my pleasure to be your host today.
mishunderstood 
I wonder too… but I think even if the winter came I am not sure I would love it the same way I did when I was young
I love the way nostalgia creates magic out of memories here! It’s delightful.
I like how you start out with a question and then answer with all of the reasons why you asked it. There is a lot to be said in favor of snowy winter.
The last three lines are my childhood! Those were the days of handknit mittens with no waterproofing.
Touched my heart, so innocent and full of nostalgia.
Nice one Mish
Much💌love
Delicious look back at past winter days.
Love the candied branches!
I remember those! The magical ones.
Everything is so magical when seen through a child’s eyes! Enjoyed the look back! 💝
Lovely poem.
I love it when the ice coats everything. It is like an instant art museum outside.
“candy coated tree limbs” and frozen flower buds are just amazing to see in the changing light. I wrote about this too.
Wonderful write Mish, and I can relate to your memories — but for me, that is all they will ever be… 🙂✌🏼🕊🎅🏼🎄
Great poem, Mish. Winter has special joys all its own, if you are brave enough to endure!
Depending on where you live, it might come quicker, finally, sooner than you wish. Bad storms brewing. I went through out Southeast Gulf Coast part of Texas with a hard rain. We hardly ever get snow, a lot of us including me are wearing shorts and golf shirts still.
Thanks again for the simple but clever prompt. Merry Christmas!!
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An incantation. Most enchanting.
I can feel the chill ~ well done!
Delightful! Nostalgia tinges everything with magic.
I am not a fan of winter, Mish, following a traumatic experience as a child, but I enjoyed reading about your winter, especially the use of sound in the lines:
‘with your warrior winds
whipping on waves’
and the use of colour and contrast in:
‘I remember rosy red cheeks
against bleached white hills’.
Winter was even fun sometimes in those far-off days!
silence of snowflakes on tongues
screams of glee, toes numb
Such beautiful and live imagery…
I feel this. I want the beauty of winter. I was looking at the all the snow pics in London yesterday with a little ency. But I can pass on the numb toes.
I share that yearning. I got to visit Europe in January and revisit my childhood winters some time ago. I look for the notes of joy from the past, they fuel my creativity and feelings.
A beautiful approach to life and poetry. 🙂
magical memories ❤
I love the winter memories, could feel the numb toes, rosy cheeks, could smell the wet wool mittens drying on the radiator. (I know, you only mentioned that they were sopping, but you know that’s coming) Thanks!
I love winter, and lament that it never seems to be as I remember it when I was younger. I don’t know if it’s climate change or what, but it seems to me we have less snow and more just brown dullness. 😦
–Shay
You can’t go back in time, but you can enjoy the memories.
I love, ‘sopping mittens’!