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Winter in Australia by Linda Davidson

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Winter in Australia is varied that’s true blue,
From snowy mountain ranges to temps of thirty-two.
Winter begins when the month of June has arrived.
And the nights are usually cooler, no matter where you reside.
Winter nights make clearer air, so the stars twinkle brighter
While winter days are shorter and the sun appears calmer.
Winter is great for drinking hot chocolate that is steaming
And snuggling with blankets while reading and dreaming.
Winter is a time for jackets, socks and beanies to be worn,
And bonfires on the beach are a fun way to stay warm.

Image from Pixabay

The Frozen Garden by Gemma Creegan

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I see a robin shelter in a tree

His beady eyes look down on me

A little red breast up on high

As he swoops from tree to sky

The frozen ground, the trees are bare

Winter has arrived without a care

Striking us with pellets of rain

The song birds and their sad refrain

A ray of sun, a bulb in the ground

Signs of Spring will soon rebound

A sense of hope returns to me

Winter soon a distant memory

Artwork by Gemma Creegan

Pink teddy bear by Gemma Creegan

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The winter chill is here

I feel it on my ears

My hands like ice

Soft wool feels nice

My fleecy jacket keeps me toasty

My cheeks are growing rosy

I look like a pink teddy bear

I feel warm so I don’t care

Image created by Gemma Creegan

winter by Michael Buckingham Gray

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is written
on the calendar.

but then I walk
past my daughter’s
old school,
knees clicking.

poking its head
out of the soil
is a paper daisy, saying,
spring,
spring has sprung.

Photo from Pexels by Stuart Robinson

How Cold Is Cold? by James Aitchison

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It’s when the snow is all around,

and leaves slide silent to the ground.

It’s when the river turns to ice

and skating on it might be nice.

It’s when the soup is brimming warm

and outside stays the storm.

It’s when the birds cease their choir

and your feet are by the fire.  

Photo in Bavaria, Germany, by Ginette Pestana

Winter In The Bush by James Aitchison

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The trees are stark and bare in winter,
Mist curls around their feet.
The brooks are running fast and pooling deeply
Where the waters meet.
The sleepy twilight sends the day to flight,
And the bush slides into night.

Winter’s chill seeps down into the gorges,
And all is lost to sight.
Mountain ridges smudge the distance
In the cold grey light.
But soon enough the bush will wake to spring,
And the bellbirds’ chimes will ring.

Image from Pexels by Warren Griffiths

The Creeping Cold by Toni Newell

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Winter is upon us
It gets colder every day
I need a jacket on
To keep the cold away.

My warm pyjamas and
An extra blanket on the bed
A flannel pillow slip
Where I will rest my head.

Shorts become trousers
Thongs are put away
Tee shirts turn to jumpers
To keep the cold at bay.

Milk becomes hot chocolate
Salads become roast
And cereal is replaced
With honey on hot toast.

Trees are shedding leaves
In hibernation mode
Preparing for the winter
When growth is slowed.

Yes, winter is upon us
But is followed by the Spring
Warmth again is promised
A seasonal offering.

Photo from Pexels by Peter Frese

Mountain Morning by James Aitchison

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The morning mist lingers,

doesn’t want to go.

The air crackles,

overnight was zero.

I’ve stoked the fire,

boiled the tea,

a long cold day

awaits me.

Sneezin’ Season by James Aitchison

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Have you ever heard a kangaroo

Go ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo?

Have you ever seen a koala

Wearing a balaclava?

Cold kookaburras like to laugh,

But have you ever seen one wearing a scarf?

Owls make hoots

But don’t wear boots,

And as for wombats,

They don’t need hats.

So how come you and I will sneeze,

In the midst of winter’s icy freeze?

Winter Sea by Julie Cahill

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The sea where we live reflects winter sky

It’s beauty abounds but we don’t question why

We just build it up with our ‘oohs’ and our ‘ahhs’

We write out our feelings sitting warm in our cars

We don’t critisize as we watch the waves soar

We don’t harshly judge or give each wave a score

The beauty you see is untamed, therefore true

And we don’t mind it’s colour as green, black, or blue.

In response to Winter Waves prompt