Suzy Davies's Blog: Book News - Posts Tagged "winter"

Blossom in winter’s seldom seen,

though imagination lets us dream

of faraway landscapes, in the mind’s eye,

where sea meets shore,

and land meets sky.



The vista is a fantasy -

resplendent with blossom, of cherry trees.

Pagodas- yellow, red, and green,

lend oriental charm,

to this picturesque scene.



As by the woods, and lake we tread,

and blossoms make a lovers' bed,

tranquil reflections of star-spangled sky,

and so serene, that Time drifts by.



The sound of a wind-chime fills the air,

and people come, to stand and stare,

and marvel at the trees that blow,

to cast confetti -

cherry blossom snow.



Copyright Suzy Davies 08/27/2016. All Rights Reserved.

The days are short,

the evenings, crisp,

thaw- frost heralds gray mornings.

Bird-song is scarce,

seagulls, inland.

Sea lashes

over the barriers.

Gone are the bikers,

gone are the hikers.

The town

is almost silent.

Then, music heralds Christmas Time -

the little town sparkles, and comes alive,

with revelers and

carolers.

Walkers brave

the wind that

blows

o'er terraces,

fields, and mountains.

Shepherd and sheep

are safe inside.

And families sit

around the hearths,

with welsh dogs,

and glinting brasses.



We rise early

to hear the snow;

full of expectation

as mother lays the table.

“Pick, pock, puck,”

the sound of snow, as it gently falls in

soft and gentle thuds-

on the roofs of barns,

and places of worship.



A peace

descends,

casting a glow,

warming familiar faces.

And bless the hearts of child and man,

and bless the folk

across this land,

Croeso i Cymru.

Copyright 12/5/2015. Suzy Davies. All Rights Reserved.

Stillness, silence, snow, and frost,

the golden shades of Autumn, lost.

The fields crisp white, mountains high,

with snowy peaks that stretch to sky.



A solitary shepherd, in twilight,

searches for lambs before the night;

a faithful hound slips like a shadow

twixt stream and valley and sleepy hollow.



No-one stirs - not valley streams,

and all is frozen in our dreams.

The cottage huddled neath breast of hills,

all is silent as Time stands still.



A glimmer of light comes from yonder -

a tiny cottage awakes from slumber

and children run outside to play,

in crisp brightness of snowy day.



Everyone wakens - chapel bells ringing,

and from the churches, sounds of singing;

the landscape remembers the days of old,

our footsteps: fond memories, in the snow.



Suzy Davies 2018. All Rights Reserved.

Sometimes, in spring,
when blossoms blow,
I dream of ice and fire, and snow.
Of dreamy winter wonderlands,
romance of couples, holding hands.
Of starlit nights and snow-filled skies,
of snowflakes drifting before our eyes,
like cherry blossoms from the trees,
they are love letters on the breeze.

Sometimes, in winter,
in silence, deep,
when the whole world is fast asleep,
I catch a fragrance in the air,
that seems to say the spring is near.
The trees bedecked with blossoms white
glow and sparkle in the night,
shimmering echoes of love's sweet dream
whenever cherry blossom's seen.

Copyright Suzy Davies, 2019. All Rights Reserved.

5-stars for "Celebrate The Seasons" by Suzy Davies and Laurie Shanholtzer

This is a 'STUNNING' poetry book in so many ways. The beautiful words of the poetry took me back to so many memories as a child. Going fishing with my dad and spending time at the beach. Even the poems about Christmas time flooded back very fond memories. What brings this book together are the unbelievable illustrations throughout. They really are incredible! The detail and the warmth of the illustrations combined with the poetry are brilliant. Loved it!