Poetry: The Winter Spirit

the longest night comes riding
bells of fateful fancy chiming,

the winter-born all hear the choirs
cantillating highest tidings:

a red-sleigh shadow on the moon
suspended in the snow-kissed stars,

the crisp air born from children’s hopes
the warm hearts from spirits born anew

[Written for dVerse Poets’ “Spirit” Quadrille Challenge]

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De Jackson
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Clara, this is breathtaking. Almost like a carol, in its cadence. I LOVE those “snow-kissed stars.”

Bjorn Rudberg
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Bjorn Rudberg

This is a wonderful and hopeful poem for the season.

Linda Lee Lyberg
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I love the cadence here- stunning!

Sarah Connor
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I particularly like the snow-kissed stars. They look so cold in winter.

Kim M. Russell
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Your quadrille would make a beautiful Christmas carol, Clara. I love the phrase ‘the longest night comes riding’ and I can hear the sleigh bells in every couplet.

Jade Li
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Lovely rhythm, almost sounds like an incantation. That “red sleigh shadow on the moon, suspended” gives a slight chill, like a moment frozen in time.

Glenn Buttkus
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You had me at /a red sleigh shadow on the moon/. This is a lovely tribute to the spirit of the season

Dwight L. Roth
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Beautifully done!

Kerfe
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children’s hopes do make the season

Amaya
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Beautiful!