First Snow
People scraping cars
Children sliding and skipping
Problem and laughter.
Boy proudly walks past
Big snow ball filling his arms
Face shining with joy.
© miriam ivarson
First Snow
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First Snow
People scraping cars
Children sliding and skipping
Problem and laughter.
Boy proudly walks past
Big snow ball filling his arms
Face shining with joy.
© miriam ivarson
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Miriam, what a delightful image you paint of your first snow! 😀 I’m picturing the boy so proudly walking along with huge snowball and unlike many I do actually enjoy scraping my car windows in winter! Now, the icy roads are another matter! 😀😀 Two beautiful haikus capturing the magic of the season! More please … and more snow too! Hugs xx
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Annika, thank you very much for your delightful comment. This was a scene I saw from my kitchen
window and promptly jotted down. I wrote two haikus as to show the difference of the reaction
between adults and children.
Now, you liking scraping the car window just shows; we all feel different.
I also feel snow brings magic. Hug
miriam
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Hello Miriam, a beautiful portrait of snow. Very lovely. A soothing tribute to Winter’s first “hello” Peace to you.
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Thank you, Suzette, for your kind appreciation. There is indeed something soothing about the first
snow falling. a stillness that invites to celebration….alas, not for cars.
Peace to you too, Suzette
Miriam
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Yes exactly! A stillness in awe of its beauty. Agreed, driving in it…a different matter.❄❄❄💞
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What fun, Miriam. Especially the child with the large snowball. At 77, I can still get in a snowball fight. 🙂 Still, there are limits:
Putting chains on
Language not so good
Wife hides in car
🙂 –Curt
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Curt, let me first say, I adore your Haiku, it really has me laughing.
A, more adults liking snow. You are fit, why shouldnt you enjoy. I get very competitive
in a snowball fight but building a snow house out of big snowballs is safe fun. And
cosy place for a hot drink.
thank you
miriam
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Amazing how well insulated a snow house is, Miriam. Ask an Eskimo! 🙂 –Curt
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Snow evokes lovely thoughts and your child-like charm is shining through these haiku. Enjoy the season Miriam and keep writing.
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Thank you so much, Balroop, and may we all keep the child within us.
Even if layered with new delights. You enjoy the season too and we will albeit
in smaller groups.
Thank you also for promoting me to write, at times you need that. 💕.
Miriam
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This is a delightful poem Miriam. I love the image and emotions you conveyed. Snow and childhood glee!
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Ahh …, Brad, thank you for your lovely comment. I am glad you could share
the emotions the scene outside the window conveyed.
Snow and childhood glee indeed. New fallen snow is also so peaceful.
Miriam
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Agreed.
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Cute and a wonderful poem, Miriam. Too good.
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Thank you so much for your beautiful words, I am glad you felt the spirit
sithin. 😊
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You are always welcome Miriam 😊😊😊😊
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“Face shining with joy.” Beautiful, Miriam.
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Thank you so much for your appreciative comment. I feel you also know
That look on a child’s face very well. 🤗.
Miriam
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 😊
miriam
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So joy filled. I can just picture this from your words. Beautiful and heartfelt. Thank you Miriam 💙
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Thank you so much, Miriam, I am happy that I could make the scene come alive. A scene so different from yours just now. 🤗. Scenes of pure joy.
Miriam
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Miriam, is this a memory of when your son was young? So much joy in this winter poem. A delight to read. It doesn’t snow in Southern California where I live, so I find poems about winter and snow much run to read.
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Sharon, thank you for your heartfelt comment. The poems were triggered by a scene outside my window that actually made my memory flash back to my
son and his proud work in building snow man and me and my brothers building snow houses. Quick trip whilst making breakfast and watching neighbours. 😊.
I come from Sweden where winters are snow filled and bright. England also gets snow but normally not long lasting. South California sounds like a dream to sun hungry Northerners.
Miriam
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Like the double haiku to tell the story Miriam. I just wonder who the poor unsuspecting victim of the big snowball is going to be.
Mike
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Thank you so much, Mike, for your fun comment. This snowball is far
too big for a snowball fight 😊, it is the base for a snowman ⛄️.
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I love this, Miriam. Such a joyous poem.
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Ahh…, Robbie, thank you for your beautiful comment. ⭐️
Miriam
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Snow often brings such joy, as you’ve described, especially when it first begins, or when we don’t get too much of it, as we don’t here.
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You are so right, Andrea, it doesn’t often last long in England although there
are exceptions. Snow is exhilarating as it first falls but can easily turn to slush.
Still, our memories are of joy.
Thank you for your lovely comment.
Miriam
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This is beautiful! The lines and the image.
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A heartfelt thank you for your sweet comment. 💕.
Miriam
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Such beautiful memories. I haven’t been in snow for a long time so you are reminding me what I’m missing.
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Thank you Jacqui, it makes me so glad to have reminded you about some
beautiful times. You will see the snow again – maybe many feet high. Glittering in the sun.
Miriam
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Such are these short verses… they seem so small but speak so loud of the beauty in the first snowfall on the land’ a wonderland no doubt..
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Thank you for your beautiful, poetic comment, JC.
A wonderland no doubt, I do agree it can look like that.
Miriam
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❄😊💖😊❄
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This brings back memories of excitement. I don’t see snow often, so it’s especially delightful to get this glimpse.
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JoAnna, I am so happy that these lines made you remember glittering days
with snow. It is amazing what one can glimpse through a window.🤗.
Miriam
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🙂
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I so enjoyed your poetry, Miriam, and the joy of snow that you hold. There’s a lightness and love here that I appreciate, thank you. Nice to “see” you again.
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Thank you, Jet, for your heartwarming comment. It really shows the lightness
within yourself too. It was so good to “ see” you again too.
Miriam
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Beautiful! Both the verse and the image.
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Thank you so much, Luisa. 💕.
Miriam
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Lots of love from Italy, dear Miriam 💖💖💖💖💖
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You’ve captured that moment so delightfully Miriam. And what a fabulous photo too!
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Louise, a warm thank you for your positive comment. You make me smile.
miriam
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