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Famous Short Winter Poems. Short Winter Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Winter Poems. Short Winter Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Winter short poems

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by Yosa Buson

Blow of an ax

 Blow of an ax,
pine scent,
the winter woods.


by Emily Dickinson

Winter under cultivation

 Winter under cultivation
Is as arable as Spring.


by Matsuo Basho

Winter solitude

 Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
 the sound of wind.


by Matsuo Basho

Winter garden

 Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
 insects singing.


by Matsuo Basho

First winter rain

 First winter rain--
even the monkey
 seems to want a raincoat.


by Matsuo Basho

When the winter chrysanthemums go

 When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
 but radishes.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Soughing Wind

 Some leaves hang late, some fall
before the first frost—so goes 
the tale of winter branches and old bones.


by Emily Dickinson

Peace is a fiction of our Faith --

 Peace is a fiction of our Faith --
The Bells a Winter Night
Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound
That never did alight.


by Mother Goose

An Icicle


    Lives in winter,
    Dies in summer,
And grows with its roots upward!


by Barry Tebb

WAITING

 I am waiting for the sky to flower

Like poems in a winter mind:

And yet they come, maybe trailing along

An urchin gang, sobbing and snotty-nosed.


by Ogden Nash

The Porcupine

 Any hound a porcupine nudges
Can't be blamed for harboring grudges.
I know one hound that laughed all winter At a porcupine that sat on a splinter.


by Robert Herrick

TO SAPHO

 Sapho, I will chuse to go
Where the northern winds do blow
Endless ice, and endless snow;
Rather than I once would see
But a winter's face in thee,--
To benumb my hopes and me.


by Edward Thomas

Thaw

 OVER the land half freckled with snow half-thawed 
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed, 
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as a flower of grass, 
What we below could not see, Winter pass.


by Robert Graves

She Tells Her Love

 She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And put out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.


by Emily Dickinson

Conjecturing a Climate

 Conjecturing a Climate
Of unsuspended Suns --
Adds poignancy to Winter --
The Shivering Fancy turns

To a fictitious Country
To palliate a Cold --
Not obviated of Degree --
Nor erased -- of Latitude --


by Emily Dickinson

Twas here my summer paused

 'Twas here my summer paused
What ripeness after then
To other scene or other soul
My sentence had begun.
To winter to remove With winter to abide Go manacle your icicle Against your Tropic Bride.


by Emily Dickinson

Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights

 Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World --

Generic as a Quarry
And hearty -- as a Rose --
Invited with Asperity
But welcome when he goes.


by Emily Dickinson

Snow beneath whose chilly softness

 Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Winter
I admonish Thee

Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor
We so new bestow
Than thine acclimated Creature
Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?


by A S J Tessimond

Birch Tree

 The birch tree in winter
Leaning over the secret pool
Is Narcissus in love
With the slight white branches,
The slim trunk,
In the dark glass;
But,
Spring coming on,
Is afraid,
And scarfs the white limbs
In green.


by Emily Dickinson

The Dandelions pallid tube

 The Dandelion's pallid tube
Astonishes the Grass,
And Winter instantly becomes
An infinite Alas --

The tube uplifts a signal Bud
And then a shouting Flower, --
The Proclamation of the Suns
That sepulture is o'er.


by Emily Dickinson

Twice had Summer her fair Verdure

 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
Proffered to the Plain --
Twice a Winter's silver Fracture
On the Rivers been --

Two full Autumns for the Squirrel
Bounteous prepared --
Nature, Had'st thou not a Berry
For thy wandering Bird?


by Emily Dickinson

The Jay his Castanet has struck

 The Jay his Castanet has struck
Put on your muff for Winter
The Tippet that ignores his voice
Is impudent to nature

Of Swarthy Days he is the close
His Lotus is a chestnut
The Cricket drops a sable line
No more from yours at present


by Emily Dickinson

A Cap of Lead across the sky

 A Cap of Lead across the sky
Was tight and surly drawn
We could not find the mighty Face
The Figure was withdrawn --

A Chill came up as from a shaft
Our noon became a well
A Thunder storm combines the charms
Of Winter and of Hell.


by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Sea Took Pity

 The sea took pity: it interposed with doom: 
‘I have tall daughters dear that heed my hand: 
Let Winter wed one, sow them in her womb, 
And she shall child them on the New-world strand.
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by Emily Dickinson

Twas later when the summer went

 'Twas later when the summer went
Than when the Cricket came --
And yet we knew that gentle Clock
Meant nought but Going Home --
'Twas sooner when the Cricket went
Than when the Winter came
Yet that pathetic Pendulum
Keeps esoteric Time.


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