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New Years Eve.

A winters eve and all is still.

The church bell's peal is crysal clear,

For frost hangs chill about the night

and leaves it's gleam on cottage sill.

The scent of woodsmoke climbs the air

From flames in log filled hearth.

And long awaited midnight chimes

Are drawing ever near.

For winters clock moves slowly on

Towards the turning of the year.

 

 

 

        A Winters Eve.

 

Upon the frost filled icy night

The church bell's peal is crystal clear.

And winters clock moves slowly on

Towards the turning of the year.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Apologies for words similar to my verse''Christmas Eve'' but writing about that time of year just lends itself to certain words.  I have added ''A Winters Eve'' to this poem as it seems to sum up the whole of the essence of it in just four lines.Which I liked.

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last updated 13 October 2013 - 1:27pm
©13 October 2013 - 1:27pm — sweetwater
14 October 2013 - 8:52am — cevance
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So many images. Just the way

So many images. Just the way I like it, Sue...

14 October 2013 - 12:41pm — sweetwater
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Always aim to please, Bit in

Always aim to please, Bit in advance of things though! :-) X