I am summer born,
snow feels alien to me –
For trees maybe too?
I watch how bravely
they surrender to autumn,
bittersweet adieu.
November’s exposed,
bare branches sway in bitter
winds boding winter.
But gently it starts,
it sneaks up, surprises with
snowflakes so softly
painting such magic,
no more can I mourn leaves, or
the way I saw trees.
Arrival © Susan L Hart 2026
I wrote this poem for the Week 1 prompt of Alegria’s “Writing Winter’s Breath”. Her link here on WordPress will lead you to the details, if you’d like to take part.
Thank you for reading, and I hope winter is treating you well. 🙂
Susan L Hart / Author 
Very nicely done!
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zumpoems, thank you! I wrestled with this one, so to receive your compliment really makes me smile. 🙂 ~ Susan
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You already know I love this beautiful poem of yours, from reading it on Substack. Thank you Susan for joining in and for your beautiful words on Writing Winter’s Breath. 💕
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It is my pleasure to participate. Thank you, Alegria. 🙂
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