Many are the Maples that encircle my home, my nest, my dwelling abode
And in the dark of night they tap on my frosty windows, crying
Past their deathly stance, a wintry scene
Looking through their tangled limbs snow is falling, endlessly
Everything in my world is icy white, sky and earth mingling
Soon, I whisper to them, you will be wearing your emerald gowns
Creaking and groaning they mumble in their frozen rest
Reaching out gnarled fingers to me
Yes, my dears, soon, so soon you will stand in resplendence
Ice and snow will be replaced with fringes of delicate, filigree green
Now rest, now sleep Maples sweet
Gather your memories of Spring, Summer and Fall close and dream
February 3, 2012
Wind and frost have come to bite our noses while
Images of glistening snow sparkle in the moonlight.
Nights in this valley have brought us a taste of heaven,
Tranquil scenes we see while taking our evening stroll.
Everyone in their houses getting ready for evening in silence,
Reaching home we cuddle drinking cocoa by the fireplace enjoying winter.
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Wreaths of flurries glitter in bridal white
Igniting lovers with diamond sprays…
Newly chilled faces tickle with delight
To preview a dance of snowy ballet
Enlivening the stage of cuddled night...
Radiantly laced by moon-kissed displays!
Charlotte Pudifoot's Seasonal Acrostics
Amidst the cold climate we enjoyed sled riding.
We also had so much fun building an igloo.
I felt alive in those days, hardly any woes.
Now you may say that this is no sport at all.
Take heed that even the Olympics have these.
Every winter so many do this thing that I bid,
Racing, swaying, these and more we did savor.
Sled riding is easier, though many enjoy to ski.
Pleasant fresh aromas of winter always spread.
Outward and inward like a bitter cold safari.
Riding upon a sled by setting or lying down,
Takes control of our lives in childlike blessing.
My first double acrostic,,,inspired by a contest,,,first letter of each sentence spells out title and the last letter in each sentence spells out the subject..
I never saw him in November
Now he’s here with a vengeance in December
Scattering his white cloak all around
On trees, bushes and all along the ground
Only spider’s webs could look so good
Like a string vest stretched across the wood
Dreaded wind so cold upon my face
Just see my breath escape to the cold space
Across the branches his icy fingers spread
Catching every twig in white laden like lead
Kicking winter harshly into view
For each and every one including you
Reaching temperatures that are so low
Obviously to keep warm walk fast no slow
So he is here and slips and falls
Trouble people big and small
I'll be thankful when he’s gone
I know I won’t be the only one
So old jack frost will leave us soon
Spring will come and be a boon
Winds whisper secrets with icy lips
Icicles hang like fingers from skeletal trees
New blanket of snow sparkling like tiny diamonds
Tiny snowflakes fall like confetti from heaven
Everywhere the eye can see painted a brilliant white
Romantic roaring fire removes the icy chill
Contest: Seasonal Acrostics
Sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot
Winter though harsh and frigid holds a certain beauty
Ice frozen fingers grasp hold of my soul
Nothing is more exquisite than pristine snow falling
Today graceful, fragile snowflakes are drifting
Everything is white, fresh, pure and flawless
Rivers are ice covered, dense and firm
Rhapsody is the song of the winter birds
Hopping on bare branches to sing
All is still and surreal in my snowy world
Perhaps, I will go for a walk . . .
Something is calling deeply to my very soul
Outside is God's perfection it says
Deep under the snow life is waiting to renew
Yet, this frozen world holds a certain beauty for me
December 14, 2012
When out on the lawn green grass grew everywhere,
I knew in a moment that no snowman was there.
No child in the town would see a white Christmas.
The ice in the rink arrived man-made and fogless.
Excited boisterous children laughed and slip-slid around.
Rip-roarious the winter wonders in a warm southern town.
What fantastic fantasies fill malls in Florida winters?
Opulent brilliance, colorful lights bedecked and blinkers.
Noble elves work inside at each new on site workshop.
Delightfully watching children gleam with eyes all lit up.
Exceptional imaginations and a warm winter show.
Reality slips into fantasy as cherry faces start to glow.
Love in the air mingles with scents of bayberry.
Adults all around adorning, become merry.
Not one child misses winter in their Florida town.
Dependably on time, Santa always comes around.
© December 24, 2011
Window panes cheerily frosted
Insiders huddle to stay warm
Nights start early and end late
Tea blends are honeyed to taste
Early diggers shovel after each storm
Rambunctious boys want to skate
When winter comes ,demand for warmth is more due to falling
Ice which makes the environment cozy and white .
Not only water surfaces are frozen ;birds and others migrating,
Temperature keeps falling as chimneys and heaters reduce this plight,
Extreme one leads to snow traps ,though snow play is fun.
Rate of taking alcohol is high, and thick clothing are worn.
Whispering snow falls gently from bare tangled branches, and
Icicles dangle like shining chandeliers from roofs
Nothing exists beyond this frozen landscape . . .
Tentative, halting my footsteps in the frigid white, where
Everything in this petrified realm sparkles, and
Reality fades while I lose myself in this winter walk
October 3, 2014
For the contest, Seasonal Acrostic, Sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot
White snow progressively tinting blue
Ice resembling Bricks to built an Igloo
Nippy and harsh and yet a holding glue
Tinting and chilling to its distinct hue
Eternal chill forming deep packed Ice
Resembling the Blue Tinted Alps
Blinding with ceaseless fervor
Leaving the excursionist in a quake
Unclenching its Adamant Terror
Eagle with its forceful glare
Stiff,snowy stubborn meringue
Now the winter has arrived,
Our breath suspended in the cold winter air.
Very soon the snow will blanket the ground.
Early sunsets are no longer rare.
Morning's dark when we arise.
By the time work's done, its dark again.
Every glimpse of sun is a prize.
Rain is upon us now....snow and rain.
Snow as gentle as cotton growing in a field
New and freshly fallen snow
Optically exquisite and clean
Wise as the snowy owl
Flakes of white, six points to a snowflake
Loved and liked by humanity, on a scenic winter day
A sunny day melts the snowflakes
Kind views like a winter postcard
Every pedestrian careful on the walkways
Scenic and serene, God's friendship personified
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Trees, where leaves are falling,
Houses clouded on a gloomy day,
Each day windy and cool,
Sounds of the wind drifting through the trees.
Outside the vacant tree, a profile left by God,
Unusual days where the warm comfort of home beckons.
Now you know winter is making a guest appearance,
Divine nature chamouflaged.
Scenes of another season,
Over the days of autumn.
First days of winter guest soon,
Winter another beautiful season.
Ice and snow melted by the sun,
New fresh air crisp and welcoming.
Time zones of another realm,
Excellent days for humanity to enjoy.
Real sports acquired,
Selected from God's kingdom.
Author:Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Whispering color--whites, grays, icy blues, and browns,
Ice-intoxicated, Winter gyrates upon a crystal floor,
Naked, boldly iridescent in a freezing wrap of snow;
Temperance abandoned, the calming virtue her character avoids,
Eventually her dazzle will be forced latitudes away
Retreating the waxing sun's revitalizing rays.
September 29, 2014
Winter weather and fresh pure white snow
Ice to figure skate on and to play hockey
New skates to wear, skating figures on the ice
Time for a cup of hot chocolate and marshmellows
Each and everyone blessed with divine excercise
Real plans for the winter days
Sports like cross country skiing and down hill skiing
Places to visit for winter vacations
Ostentious and glamourous celebrations
Recreational sports and pass times
Tea and cookies after a wintery day
Season that is Christmas and visits
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
WILLOWS LAY BARE ON A PERFECT CANVASS OF WHITE
INTRODUCED TO THE WINTER BY COLD WAVES AND NIPS
NEWBORN FLAKES FALL SOFT AND BENIGN TO COVER ALL
THE TRUEST OF WHITE, PRECIPITATES LIKE A BEAUTY QUEEN
ENDLESS SOME DAYS AND CEASING THE OTHER, SHE BLOWS
REGARDLESS OF SUMMER, SPRING, OR FALL, IT’S HER CALL
September 30, 2014
Lay the jonquils.
Long winter days
Bearing the promise of
Winter, devastation after the fall,
Imposition of Arctic Law
Naked landscapes, souls bared,
Trembling in terrored torture
Enshackled in ice crystal chains.
Remorseless warmth awaiting rescue.
For Charlotte Puddifoot
Seasonal Acrostic Poetry Contest
Winters frosty snowflakes fall
Ice runs through your desire
Never ending nippy nights
Tender moments by the fire
Evergreens flapping in the winds
Rivers frozen, slightly dire
Silent days and Shimmering nights
Overcast evenings so inviting
Loves flame slowly lighting
Sparkling, shivering so exciting
Tinsel dancing in the air
Icicles shining with such flair
Cold breezes blowing through
Every nook and part of you.