The pale of winter shines
from pine cones dangling,
left by wind and chance,
promise of saplings future.
Like my image in the mirror,
gray curls outline ears,
face washed of summer color and
etched by seasons past.
My young kids shine with
autumn’s pallor, moon-white.
Within is summer’s restless
warmth and immortality present.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Happy Poetry Friday! Thanks to Bridget Magee at Wee Words for Wee Ones for hosting! You can also see a post of mine from a few days ago about my poem being included in the Best of Today’s Little Ditty Anthology: 2014-2015 (Volume 1). You can also enter a giveaway of Finding Wonders.
56 thoughts on “Winter Pale”
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Hi Brenda, I so love the imagery here:
“Within is summer’s restless
warmth and immortality present.”
The idea of warmth within winter.
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I’m so glad, thanks!
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“The pale of winter shines
from pine cones dangling,”
A prefect first line. I love this poem. Makes me realize that a season is more than just “a season”.
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Thanks so much!
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Such a beautiful poem, which celebrates the season and reminds us that winter could be also a joyful experience and something to be grateful for. ❄️🙏🏻💙 Sending Love and best wishes, dear Bren
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Thanks, Aquileana!
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Very nice, Brenda! Bittersweet and evocative!
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Thanks, BJ. I appreciate you stopping by.
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Reblogged this on ' Ace Friends News ' and commented:
Fabulous for an autumn day though in good olde Blighty its -6 and brrrr … But russets and Browns and greens and yellows is just perfect like this poem … Fab Brenda .. 🍂🌿🍃🍁these are mine … Ian
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-6!? Brr!
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Beautiful poem–Bravo!
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Thanks!
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Most welcome!
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Once again, you have dazzled me Brenda. Your words glisten like tiny snowflakes softly falling. I think Old Man Winter is walking the wood, too. Stop by the ridge if you get a chance. I have a poem welcoming the old man as well!
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I just sat down with the intention of reading more poetry friday posts, and yours is certainly on my list. Thanks for your sparkling comment. I’ll look forward to seeing Old Man Winter at your site, too.
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We always think of winter as lifeless, but there is so much inside, if we look under the layers, isn’t there? Nice poem, Brenda.
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Yes, I think winter is like sleep. Things get to go dormant, heal and recover. 🙂 Thanks for dropping by.
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Your first three lines are gorgeous:
The pale of winter shines
from pine cones dangling,
left by wind and chance,
I think you’re right about the snow heading our way. There’s a different kind of chill in the air now.
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Yes, I think Old Man Winter is up and walking.
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Lovely images in each part, Brenda. I do love “face washed of summer color and
etched by seasons past”. Just right!
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Thanks, Linda. My face still looks young in some light. 😉
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Even “pale” can be a bright promise for the future.
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Yes, the paling comes after lots of living and light. And the seasons turn and renew us.
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Lovely poem and picture, suits this season well!!
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Thank you!
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yes, the beautiful rhythm of life. i love the fall as we head into winter –
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I love the fall, too. The color, the changing the quality of the light.
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Always important to recognize the inner. less obvious layers as well, isn’t it, Brenda? (I just noticed how many awards you have down the side of your blog. Wow!)
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We all have such potential under our skins, such capacity for joy and hope.
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Lovely
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Thanks!
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Beautiful. 🌹
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Thank you!
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Your poem fits perfectly with the day here.. I am not a huge fan of this wet and cold season but it inspires good poetry.
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I love the fall, the swirl of leaves, the cold snap in the morning air. The smell of snow in early December.
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So beautiful, Brenda. And a meaningful analogy in the second stanza.
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Thanks, Penny!
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“Within is summer’s restless
warmth and immortality present”
I think this is inside all of us, Brenda, no matter the amount of gray framing our faces. I love your reflective take on the changing season. Beautiful. =)
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Thanks, Bridget. Yes, I think it’s inside us all, when we remember it is. 🙂
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Beautiful..Indeed winter has arrived and the hidden ones within 😉
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Supposed to snow here next week. *heaving sigh*
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I’m envious..!! 😲
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My kids will be happy. 🙂
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For sure! 🙂
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Enjoyed this poem of reflection and looking beneath the surface. Second stanza is my favorite. 🙂
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Winter is coming. 😉
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Beautifully worded 🙂
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Thank you!
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Those different pinecones…
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They have a beautiful brown under it all, don’t they?
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Those aren’t around here in Ca.
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Yes, your flora is very different than here. Beautiful, but different.
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Beautiful 🙂 I love stopping by your magical Blog 🙂
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Thanks, Morgan. You’re a star!
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Oh, this is so so lovely, dearest Fairy Brenda!! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thanks, Trini!
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