Wintery Call

Wintery Call

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Thinking deeply after dark
Wondering when I will hear the owl
Call quietly into the night.

Cold winter's grip holds so tight.
Snow showers down from arctic breeze.
And chills the soul among the trees.

Silence reigns here in the deep
Hours pass without a sound
To give away the life force here.

Then achingly soulful deep and round
The howling of the wolves from far north
Waft down this lonely valley wall.

Peace of night shattered now
Nature's children give voice
To lonely coldness of this frozen land.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


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Judy Ponceby
1.30.11
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It gives me a beautiful image of the owls and wolves in a wonderful arctic scene. You have a good way with words that can form a picture in the reader's mind. I'm not much of a poem buff, though, but it was good to me

Posted 8 Years Ago


Wow, first time reading a piece of yours and this has such amazing imagery! You described winter perfectly! Such a wonderful write! :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Well, goodness.
Such thick and wonderful imagery!
Describing the wolf's howl as "achingly soulful deep and round" and "wafting down [the] lonely valley wall" - I loved that bit.

Great piece!

Posted 8 Years Ago


A season I despise, but you described it with such clarity and emotion, I have to see it your way.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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. wow ... you create that perfect mood and atmosphere ... it's almost as if winter is witnessing itself ... your words always flow beautifully ...

Posted 8 Years Ago


A instant favorite my friend as it hints to me of one of my favorite poets frost A beautiful image it to me paints in the writes mind wish i had that gift truely admire this great work Judy stay crazy Gonzo

Posted 8 Years Ago


Has it all, young lady. Just wonderful!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Ii see winter as the end of life It always scares me to enter winter It places us one year closer to the end.But when It arrives im the first to go sledding

Posted 8 Years Ago


Judy,

You are worth pausing with and risking chill coffee.

Chuckling here,
Chris

Posted 8 Years Ago


oh Judy i'm so enjoying reading you again : )

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Judy Ponceby

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