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Winter’s Gait

Driving wind screaming
February holds the reigns
Frozen unshod hooves

Gallop for the rains
Atop the hardened frost line
Below pounding trot

A sleeping world waits
Root and spore begin to plot
Winter changes gait

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Structured: Eastern
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this is a very good detailed poem depicting Winter, one of the best I have ever read!

*hugs & love, Cat

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I feel like Winter has changed its gait, hoping to throw us off. [the thought did occur to me, like bucking you off].
February does hold the [reins]. Not feeling so alone in that, I see. ~ Geez.

This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place

Has outstayed its welcome. I love the images of it guiding horses through its many different personalities. Well done!


It’s short and sweet. I like it. It captures perfectly the climate I’m currently in, so this hits home.

"To fly is to fall."

This is a few weeks old and I’ve been saving it. The stanzas are essentially haiku. However there is a rhyme pattern that follows western poetry patterns. Reigns/Rains, trot/plot, waits/gait.

I was making it up. I don’t think it’s a thing this hybrid style.

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Hi, Tim,
I like the idea of using the three haiku together to form a longer poem. I especially like the way the poem transitions naturally the way a single haiku does - the first two stanzas defining the natural subject, and the last offering contrast. "A sleeping world waits." Peaceful and calm.
Thank you!

You just explained what I noticed. The Haiku and the rhyme hidden in amongst it. I've never known such a winter, such as you all experience. Except through the written word. Which this conveys.

Well done


“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

Very nicely done. One was good three even better.

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