That Winter Cold. A Poem.

That Winter Cold

That cold is biting hard today,

It chills right through, and wants to stay.

I try so hard, right now to brace,

Yet feel it sting upon my face.

The sun does shine, so very bright,

Yet there’s no heat, comes from it’s light.

I dress as warm as I can be,

Yet still that cold goes right through me.

That icy chill, though walking fast,

Still gives to me, a mighty blast.

With every step that I do take,

A crunch and squeak, the snow does make.

That crunching snow, oh what a sound,

A noise no worse, can e’er be found.

That winter cold, oh what a bite,

That winter cold, all day and night.

Β©2021 Steve McLeod.

26 Comments on “That Winter Cold. A Poem.

      • Up here in the north, the cold weather comes and goes when it wants to.πŸ€”πŸ™„πŸ₯Ά It is supposed to get a bit nicer by Thursday.😁


      • nicer means warm πŸ™„πŸ€” or okay cold πŸ€” these cold storms are really bad 🀨 here it is excess rainsπŸ™„πŸ€” the nature is giving too much across the world πŸ™„

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      • Nicer means the cold won’t be as bad,πŸ€ͺ but still cold!πŸ₯Ά Might get some more snow on Thursday as well.πŸ˜³πŸ™„ Next week it gets colder again.πŸ˜¬πŸ™€


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  2. “A noise no worse, can e’er be found.” Sorry to disagree. 😊 I love the snow and cold weather, and the crunch of ice or snow is just “frosting” on the. . . well, frost. 😁

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