Sunday, November 9, 2014

Winter Wonderland--By Christine Tate--United States

Winter Wonderland

Winter makes its grand debut
as it obeys the good Lord's cue.
old man sun sneaks a peek
behind clouds with fuchsia streaks.
hearth and home are a retreat
from blustery winds, snow and sleet...
cozy blankets keep us snug
like a fuzzy big bear rug.
while children skate on frozen ponds
shivering moms and dads look on.
riding sleds down icy hills,
invigorated by the thrills...
it's a picture postcard sight,
a winter wonderland delight!

Christine Tate lives in New Jersey. She is the mother of three married sons and has eight grandchildren. She started writing inspirational poetry in 1994, and is blessed to encourage others and honor the Lord. She was widowed in 2007 and met her new husband Artie, a widower, in the nursing facility where their late mothers resided. They've been happily married for 2 1/2 years. Since neither of them ever expected to marry again, they consider it a "divine appt."


  1. Hello, Christine. Your poem is a wonderful venture of days spent in the throes of a season I totally despise, and, yet, how you paint such a glorious bonding and ties of melding in unity gives winter a wonderful definition. How fun to read your poem! Sheri

    1. Thank you Sheri...I agree with you because I'm not a winter person either, but the scenes I tried to depict are wonderful to behold. I appreciate your kind words! ~Chris

  2. Christine,
    A beautiful poem and so apropos for the season!
    Your friend,
    David Fox

    1. Thank you David for your encouraging comment. By the way, I'm a native Long Islander hailing from Old Bethpage & raising my family in Sayville..~Chris

  3. Ah, warms my heart--thank you for your beautiful thoughts! Marlene

  4. Hi Marlene, Thank you for taking the time to post such a nice comment, I appreciate it! ~Chris

  5. Hi Christine. Thank you for this wonderful poem. I am not a fan of the cold, but I do love the scenery of the winter season. Also, those "cozy blankets" remind me of Saturdays in the winter season where I almost never went outside; just stayed inside and watched television all day. Great memories. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (

  6. Thank you Maurice, it's always a blessing to receive a comment from you! As a youngster the snow & cold never bothered me, I played outdoors with my friends for hours until my mom had to beg me to come inside! However, as an adult it's a different story. It's now a nuisance & treacherous at too! I love to look out my window or watch snowy scenes on TV, but that's about it! God bless you always, Chris~

  7. Your poem is perfect, and the words flow so effortlessly--beautiful appreciation of my least favorite season prior to moving to Arizona.

  8. Hi Elizabeth...Thank you for taking the time to leave your lovely comment. I agree with you, winter is my least favorite season, yet its beauty continues to fascinate me. I visited Arizona a couple of years ago in Aug, & it was 110-115 degrees that entire week! It drained me! I'm sure the rest of the year is wonderful though! Personally I prefer the change of seasons, even though it can be brutal in winter! ~Chris

  9. I'm smiling and feeling festive now - so glad I chose this one : )

  10. Thank you for commenting Jack. Glad this poem made you smile. Winter scenes are beautiful, especially looking outside from inside a warm, cozy place! Ha, Ha...~Chris

  11. Dear Christine,

    Your Winter Wonderland is a perfect "picture postcard sight". I really liked how you put all your images together to provide different scenes for us to visualize. Just lovely and thank you for sharing your poetry with us all.


  12. Thank you for your lovely comment Sandra. I appreciate you taking the time to read my poem. Although it's NOT my favorite season, winter's magical beauty always delights me!

  13. Dear Christine, Reading your bio, I can see how blessed you both were to find each other. Congratulations on your marriage. I can see why you are inspired to write such uplifting beautiful poetry. This poem, a picture postcard indeed! Blessings, Connie