Meena,

I will be happy for 'lady winter' to climb down and let 'Master summer' ride out again :)
A lovely scenic write of icy images.
Much love
Michael :)x

Oh Meena, this is visually stunning! I loved it all the way through. Winter is indeed hanging in there and with your beautiful write I can handle what ever Lady Winter is handing out.

Brrrrr! Lady winter needs a holiday now. She's worked hard without a break for months and she must be exhausted! Lol
Fantastic imagery Meena, I really enjoyed it :-) x
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Ms meena this is an exceptional write. I 'm speechless after reading this. My fingers are crossed to see it on the front page.

Hi Ms Meena, after Brenda's winter awe, reading something very beautiful, magnificent about the winter season once again.
From title to the end, I enjoyed every bit of it. It was hard to read the imaginary you portrayed, my teeths began to chatter, but I covered myself with blanket and sat near the burning logs.

The description you gave us are so vivid. The content of the poem is so unique and original. You did full justice with the title by writing such a creative poem underneath it. I mean right from the beginning...
when Lady winter touches running water it becomes crystal memories or about making barren trees quiver with her kisses; as she walks she powders the ground with beautiful flurries instead of dust or covering everything in the color of snowflakes as far as one can see.

The third and fourth stanza started reminding me of game of thrones. I started feeling I was in winter fell and I was seeing lady winter from winter fell fully prepared with her army to rescue February by attacking her enemy (the upcoming season) suddenly, leaving no escape for her enemy.

I don't know what will happen this Monday but in my eyes, this poem is clearly a great victory and achievement for both the parties: the reader and the poet itself.

Ms Meena, you have written something that even a two pages of interpretation will be less to cover every element, every description of this beautiful scenery written in words.

All I can say, it is truly a bliss reading this poem.

All the best!

Thank you all for your encouraging comments...

Ah, love this!! :)

Great Win!

Congratulations Ms Meena!

Hey up Meena

Well done throughly deserved

Craig x

Wow !!!!! An amazing write ......congratulations Meena ,you truly deserve.......

Congrats Ms Meena. Well deserved

Sg

Great imagery. I want to say more but I'm half asleep. I'll write more later.

Love it, Meena. Reminds me of Elsa from Frozen all grown up and transformed into Lady Winter. You’ve brought a magical, fantastical element to the season with this poem. Glad I read it while it’s still winter here. Spring is near!

I love this! It's so delicate and flows so beautifully. I've noticed that you adopted the 'abca' rhyme scheme on some stanzas and others not, yet both flowed so well.

Beautiful poem, Meena.

A great painting of words, the winter has no match in her time, her mood often wild and unpredictable. I loved this

Lady Winter and her army, makes me wonder about the war that rages between humans and Mother Earth. I can't help but wonder, if Lady Winter has won the February battle, but is losing the war. Poems such as this that makes you feel deeply emotionally and mentally, makes me want to be the snowman as intended, because the alternative is a land of fire and death. You can dress me up if you like. Put a hat on me and shove raisins on my body. But in the end, it'll be a sad day when we can't make snowmans anymore. Someone should write a poem about the loneliness of a snowman, how much joy they bring yet the pain and sorrow of eventually being melted away. The anger and frustration of being built by the love and joy of the innocent just to be melted away by the methane and greenhouse gases of today's decision by governments and adults. It can get even darker by writing about the snowmans plea for Lady Winter and her help, the snowmans struggle with detachment with the physical world, bc if you are built by love and joy, why does it have to fade away? Don't we want love and joy to stay? When the snowman turns to water, the life of that water is resentment, horror, sadness and sorrow, the things that can't replenish the rainforest or water the plants. The things that lady winter cannot save. Anyway, if your Lady Winter had a voice, I would like it to be Ludovico einaudi's elegy of the arctic. We need more winter triumphs in this world to bring back balance. Thank you.

Judging comments:
This superb, beautifully written piece walks us through the frosty antics of a mischievous ice queen, taking carefree delight in wielding her powers to control the course of nature.
"February is imprisoned within a frigid dungeon"
This is the perfect line to sum up the feeling of being trapped by the winter freeze. :-) x
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Worded so beautifully! This literally and metaphorically gives me the chills!

Best regards,
Mr. Rious