How sleeps the world

How sleeps the world in winter's solemn slumber...

Reviews

[Kim S.]

I am so glad I am back on here to read your writes again, I have been off of here for quite a while, once again this poem of your is a delight to read. Your write leaves one good sigh of spring.

[Soyam]

Beautifully penned... just having nostalgia, winters...

Keep penning .

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you for your wondrous kindness, dear Soyam. I understand... it has been so hot here lately... and a little chill can feel like another world.... even if only in words. May your heart be full of everything wondrous in this weekend.

[Soyam]

Monsoon has just stepped here, after a torturous summer... hope it'll move towards you soon...
read moreMonsoon has just stepped here, after a torturous summer... hope it'll move towards you soon...

Thanks for your kind words... wishing you the same :)

[An owl on the moon]

Ah... wishing you peace now... from storms... from heat... take good care of you over there across the sea.

[Soyam]

Hehe.. thanks for your concern.

I'll, you too.

[Pax]

Always beautifully crafted. That's why your one of those poets I admire here.. It's so good to read you again my friend..

Your words are like a walking fairytale happening every now and then, ever and after....

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, my friend! So happy to find you here again. Thank you for your support over these years...

[Ladysue]

Craig, so good to read your beautiful words again.The breath of winter can be icy yet there is beauty to behold. Love this line ‘Spring swelling crescendo rehearsing her grand entrance. A beautiful image and am ready for it. Gorgeous read my friend.

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, dear Sue! It feels like the olden days when we all came together here at the cafe... reading... sharing... lifting each other. Yes... winter seems to get heavier every year... so grateful for the powerful light of spring.

[emmajoygreen]

Your writing has always turned mere letters into magic, Craig. Is so good to read you again

'Spring's swelling crescendo rehearsing her grand entrance.. '

Hopefully soon in the UK

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much, Emma. So grateful you are here again... Your homecoming feels like spring.

[emmajoygreen]

Hello, sir Craig. I hope your Spring is warmer than ours!!!! Is good to be back, of course. Thank you for such a kind welcome. Have so many people to contact, read and catch up with... ooips. never finish with a with - too late.!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my friend. It is good to read your poetry this morning. Here in my Michigan. Winter is holding on. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

So grateful to find your words here, dear friend. Sending every flame of spring your way to burn away the winter.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. Getting some warm days. Michigan weather is very fiddle.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The world here sleeps under blankets with the heat on. Highs in the fifties next week. A real warming trend. In North Carolina we get summer in winter, winter in Spring, Summer and Winter in Fall and Fall doesn't know how to act. Nice poem.

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, thank you so much my friend. Now, as for your seasons, we might need to send them an app so they know better how to act!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Ha, I'd like that a programable weather app. Alexa, how about some Spring today? :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Beautiful title, introducing us to the wonderland I grew up accustomed to ever since I was a child. I thought it was magical, the way I could see my breath whenever I spoke! Wish we could see more of you, Craig, more often. May the wonder and beauty of the season remain in your heart always!

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, Kelly... so much! For your kindness... for your encouragement... for helping keep the magic alive for all of us here. :)

[Lorry]

It seems appropriate to read this today, just when we hoped that spring might actually begin, we wake to snow warnings and promises of minus 15 degrees until Sunday, with polar winds and storms making us all wish we'd booked that Bahamas trip earlier in the year and memories of last summer being deleted from our collective memories that I woke up this morning thinking I'd been eating cookies in bed. It will go down in history as the great cookie memory wipe, as we shiver at the hope of sun's soft caress. 😊

[An owl on the moon]

Oh Lorry, so appreciative of your thoughts! And yes... it is 72 F here right now... but... come the weekend there could be snow! It just has to stop! Now... cookies in bed and the sun's soft caress sounds like another poem in the making. 😊

[DIVYA]

Dear Craig,

Just when I begin thinking I've read the best of the best on winter, you come with such a thinking, feeling and so utterly beautiful poem on the season that I'm just reading spellbound.

Every line delights the soul and fills it with joy. The white blankets of embroidered frost, summer, a distant apparition and echoes of autumn's songs still stirring the clouded sky. Yet, the most profound are those roots, filled with the germ of life, reaching, rolling, straining under the shroud of the earth. How much more multifaceted and thought provoking can a poem get? Just amazing symbolism about winter, life, adversity and nature there!

Kudos my friend!

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, divya, your presence is always the best poem of the day! Thank you for always understanding the light and shadows of me so well. I so hope that your week is overflowing with winter's wonders, dear friend!

[DIVYA]

Thank you, my friend. Your poetry just attains more beauty with each passing year. Its a blessing to be here and I wish you much joy too. Have an amazing day!