Sparkling snow crystals in a bright blue winter wonderland in your hand
A lovely thought about my pretty and beloved mother land
If you see angels in the snow you can remember the time with romance
Enjoy the tranquility descend while giving your childhood a second chance
Snow glistened and sparkled as the most beautiful diamonds at first glance
It was almost a little magic in what happened.... or was it romance
Childhood memories aroused when you see the rabbit tracks in the snow by chance
Oh, so rich I felt as a child in the clear, cold winter nights in snow crystals dance
Small red kids boots in sharp contrast to the white snow and a diamond remnants
Childrens eyes shining in delight and snow crystals sparkle of happiness evidence
A-L Andresen :)
Sponsor :Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name:A Diamond's Remnants
Deadline: 1/15/2014 12:00:00
(5th in the contest)
Virgin snow sparkles in the darkest hour
as stardust dances with celestial power.
Silently it rains upon mother earth
giving witness to such an idyllic birth.
A fawn and doe now break the glaze
like tiny spoons upon crème brulees.
Below Polaris they prance and snort,
for they seem to know the time is short.
For such a night is a rare event,
as blue light above is heaven sent.
Wondrous luminescent tranquility
trumps any earthly poet’s ability.
Now the first rays pierce the frigid night
and Orion’s bow soon fades to light.
White carpet dulls now without the luster
of a nocturnal painter, the starlight duster.
James Nichols 12/29/12
I'm stuck in the house again.
Blowing snow that freezes skin.
Burning wood to stay warm.
Covered with snow in the next morn.
Thank God we were ready when it came.
The storm of the century will never been the same.
Everything is white and covered with snow.
When we get out of the yard we don't know.
So hope we're not stuck for very long.
Hopeing my faith stays strong.
The storm of the century here in Oklahoma.
Outside so cold
Let Winters story unfold
The lake now ice
A fire out back, so nice
As the blizzard sets in
A snowball fight will separate the boys from the men
A snowman emerges from hard work
A little boy knocks it over, what a jerk
A snow day for school
All the kids think it's cool
Shovel the snow from the porch
The intense cold can scorch
Go back inside
From the cold, run and hide
Winter is the last and the coolest season of the year
Where people love to play with snow everywhere
Wearing jackets, mittens, socks, and boots
Walking on winter’s blanket on the roads
Love to see the snowflakes cascading from the sky
Like tiny bits of diamond that caress my face so dry
Feels good to watch the snow and its beauty
Showing elegance that I close my eyes peacefully
Relax, feel the world full of whiteness on the ground
Breathtaking scenery that happiness I finally found
November 18, 2012
For SKAT's "Rhyming Poem" Contest
5th Place Winner
Nasty old winter is getting me down
I'm looking for summer all over town
I lift up a blanket of snow off the ground
Sadly there is no green grass to be found
My very next stop I'll go down to the beach
With waves and sand summer may be in reach
The lake is solid like a piece of glass
No sign of summer I'm freezing my ass
Summer summer reveal yourself to me
Sun warm my face place leaves on a tree
Hey wait a minute is that a red Rose?
I pick it up, place it under my nose
I'm so sad to say, the rose isn't real
You can imagine how sad I now feel
My search is over I know when I'm licked
As I head home I'm feeling real ticked
I see a young woman walking my way
Wearing a bikini on this cold day
A glimpse of summer my heart starts to race
I'm confused, yet there's a smile on my face
Searching for Summer contest
By Richard Lamoureux
March 14, 2013
Seems appropriate in January, when the snow has yet to stop
That the flower of the month would be a lovely white Snowdrop
Then when February comes, we've still frost on our nose
But not so much that we can't smell the fragrance of Primrose
In March we're all waiting to hear the spring birds trill
And up through the snow there pops the Yellow Daffodil
Next April showers welcome spring and we begin to see
New life out in the garden with the delicate Sweet Pea
The Lilly of the Valley represents the month of May
With tiny little blossoms, like white pearls on display
The summers now upon us and in June the garden grows
The princess of all flowers, the beautiful Cream Rose
July, full of sunshine,warms the waters of the ponds
Smiling on the Waterlily's, with their graceful fronds
In August as in Flanders fields, we see the Poppies grow
Showing off their colors, letting their beauty show
Mine is the Deep Blue Aster, in September I arrived
And though the days are cooler now, it's blossoms have survived
Cosmos are for October, harbingers of fall
But with their fragrant blossoms, warmer days recall
And what would be November without the hardy Mum
Unlike the other flowers, to winter won't succumb
And finally in December with shiny leaves of green
Holly brightens up our days, hail to winters queen
The snow that shrinks in the glen and the wood
Would gladly stay through the spring if it could.
While clouds have flown to free the sapphire sky,
The liquid snow of winter tumbles by.
It melts into puddles of liquid gold
As the sun's growing warmth exiles the cold.
The warming sun highlights the tips of trees,
Inviting new growth, encouraging bees.
The swaying daffodils are in full bloom,
Yet others sleep in Mother Nature’s womb.
Tiny green buds are peeking from the trees
And big, white blossoms are soon to be seen!
The spring flowers raise their heads to the sun,
Soon to be used for Easter bonnet fun.
*In the order they appear here, these seven couplets were written by: Craig Cornish, Isaiah Zerbst, Heather Ober, David Williams, Jack Horne, Andrea Dietrich, and Seren Roberts. Thanks for participating, guys! :)
I’d started walking hours ago,
Content with strolling in the snow.
The woods fell dark and, lost, I found
The eeriness of snow white ground.
And then I heard a fearsome howl;
I felt a presence, heard a growl.
I didn’t know which way to turn,
And what was there, I daren’t learn.
I ran and heard the heavy feet
Of something wild, not nice to meet.
I tripped and fell and cried in fear,
I smelt its breath, knew death was near…
I love the creepy way snow glows in ther dark
Shake it, shake it!
Feel the rhythm, don't quit ;
Enjoy a warm coconut breeze,
There is no way you can freeze;
Visualize the ocean waves
You can have what you crave;
Dance all day, dance all night
Keep your eyes shut tight;
No no it's not gonna snow,
We melt it with our inner glow
The snow is falling, the harsh wind blowing
The fire is burning, peacefulness growing.
Peering out at the swirling flakes of snow
Winters blanket is falling tonight we know
Nose pressed against the cold clean glass
The drifts building and covering the grass.
Windows mist as warmth meets cold
Snuggling in, waiting for you to hold
The blanket of snow rises flake by flake
A world quilted in snow for when we awake.
Warm and comfortable as the north wind blew
The only blanket I need to cover me- is you.
Wrapped in your arms, held safe and tight
Keeping me warm throughout the night.
Praying the world’s snow blanket grows deep
So you can stay warm in my arms in sleep.
© 14/11/2012 ~GG~
Competition Entry: Winter's Blanket
Single file in a row
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps
By Morgan Mise
Written December 3, 2012
All the streetlights
the fallen snow
Like downy blankets
beguiles with grace
Gazing at the pristine snow
Thinking what a painting I could do
Can paint a portrait with a smile
Or an athlete running a mile
Maybe a single petal as it flutters
Or a country window complete with shutters
But wait another artist is here
Hopping gently without fear
He makes a circle of fine feet
Looking inwards aren’t they sweet
He flies away his picture complete
Tiny footprints made by tiny feet
It was the robin making the snow his own
Looking for crumbs of cake I had thrown
For all the hungry birds too eat
It didn’t matter what size the feet.
What picture on the snow did he adorn?
Was a great picture of a crown or thorns
Sparkle sparkle flakes in flight.
Sparkle sparkle crests in white.
Snowflakes falling blowing bright.
Side to side in squalls pressed tight.
Cooling winds from upward gusts.
Frosted ice falls down in thrusts.
Foreheads cold in clammy rusts.
Frozen stiff 'till something busts.
Banks weighed down like heavy flour.
Snowflake pieces charged with power.
Hills and valleys waves that tower.
Simple curves much like a flower.
Dim and hazy light of moon.
Yellow mustard simply strewn.
Calm and quiet for a tune.
A lover's night to make us swoon.
Miles and miles I walked
In search of the holy one
Who made you and me
But could be seen by none
With a disappointed heart and fragile attempts
I lost my hope, I gave up my hunts
Consoling my disturbed soul, I looked up at the sky
Watching the snow balls roam and cry
The serenity of the night from the grace of Adam
Comes across Eve and the garden of Eden
I was gawking down at the flowers smiling
The moon's bright white light shining
On the most beautiful, eternal place
I stared at the lady bugs on the green grass blades
It could be seen everywhere, the beauty he has made
Squirrels digging deep and their tails broom the ground
And butterfly wings in a merry-go-round
And then it burst , upon me the truth so pure
To my incomplete spirit, the heavenly cure
For all the legends and myths I blocked
Every temple-church gates I knocked
Beneath every horizon, in the very pages of books
And in every desert and every snow hooks
The secret was there, simple and sweet
Oh! I sigh with regret
Why in my life couldn't I get?
Now in my coffin do I realize
That in me was my Lord, and the earth was my paradise
Sorry eyed and shallow still,
Wanting for that dreamy pill,
Gathering in the blissful plant.
Knowing this that she still can't
Take hold on it purpose sweet,
So she just gathers with sorrow feet.
No handsome balm to wet her lips,
Just fallen weeds where her foot slips.
That magic plant where a kiss is met,
Snow falling, endless net.
Looking back to see her home,
Wishing this year's joy will come.
The hawk flies high upon the sky his dinner there to seek.
His home the woods along the river- now subdivisions complete.
But he’s not down because he’s found more places yet to dwell.
Just look around and you will find a feast that’s sweet- I tell.
Upon a tree in our back yard he stands- much patience he bestows.
Look around, the food abounds, of this he greatly knows.
His nest is near, and all is clear that hunting is sublime.
Rabbits and quail, doves and mice, plus starlings he yells are mine.
In this area of much to choose, the clime is just so right
Snow does not quell his daily hunt or his fearless flight.
Streetlights are fine to view his space, to observe so neat.
When winter comes he will not run. He does not know retreat.
For snow and cold he holds no fear, forever on the prowl.
His eyes are sharp. He flies high, knowing there’s plenty of fowl.
He circles the trees gliding high, to descend on what he sees.
He knows his strength is in surprise, but proudly sits some trees.
He zooms in like a bombardier to birds I daily feed.
Now he occasionally finds a squirrel upon to take his need.
My little birdies I do love. I hate to see them scatter.
Pretty soon I do believe my window they will shatter.
The hawk is gold and brown to red, majestic is his stance.
He’d better get the squirrels and leave my birds, or we still may dance.
They are part of the circle of life, and endangered yet may be.
So I will put my slingshot down and not scare them away, you see.
Instead I’ll watch Darwin’s Dance to see who wins the treat.
Already the doves get up before dawn- my birdseed so smart to eat.
It’s quieter then, no hawks in view, they eat peacefully what they see.
The hawks are fast, but little birds do know to hide among the trees.
My little birds’ jump from branch to branch- the hawks are slower here.
And when the hawk does come about, the others quickly disappear.
But do not count him down and out. The hawk is king you see.
Though he still loses from time to time, he’s adapted and still is free.
And like the smaller little birds, he gets enough to eat.
I’m sure he’ll be here years to come. He is tough to beat.
Drifting snow, so sweet, so silent- but echos in the dark blue sky
The trees, so dark, are now bright with the snow's lullaby
They sway to the whisper of the sweet wintry wind
While the animals hide and huddle, feeling cold and chagrined
The snow stops falling, and there is hardly a sound
Save the wind making the trees push the snow on the ground
The sparkle of the snow reflects the light from the moon
and the trees eat it up with a light silver spoon
No footprints exist in the pure land of sparkly white
but the prints of a doe who passes too quickly for sight
The clouds come back in- slowly, they creep in
Whispering to the trees that another snowfall will begin
WINTER SCENERY :P
a winter couplet
Dusted landscapes get rounded soft,
holding our force of awe aloft
within muted visions of white
to fold our cold with pumping might.
Each step slides forth to set the pace
while chasing grace; your blushing face
hides a smile once trapped in exile
to beguile each mile we compile.
We slosh along the spotless path
basking in the wrath of this bath
clear on the faces digging out
devout to sprout a driving route.
You giggle, with camera in hand,
trudging through layers of quicksand
to trace the place where snakes dangle
and tangle brave while winds wrangle
to lurch the perch within that tree
where that sallow snake twists with glee
to taunt one brief moment most gaunt.
We choose to haunt his fleeting jaunt
by snapping photos of his dance,
perchance to prance around his lance:
a symbol of delicate fate
too great to bait or desecrate.
DEATH OF THE SNOW HEAPS
Like full-bodied youngsters they ruled the street
For a while - rude, unchallenged strength sweet;
Their short life - immaculate seeming.
Hard heartless shells - cold, gleaming.
Now skin shrinks to a nothing-life-span,
Revealing cigarette ends, rusty beer can,
Chewing gum, mud-and-dirt: a midden -
Lifetime-accumulated and temporarily hidden.
Now, shrunk and cracked like old men’s skin
As they lie and die dissolute and thin,
They will soon be forgotten by all talk
As they bleed water across the sidewalk.
Their pile of dirty secrets will soon be
Exposed in the sun for all to see.
The spotless snow was a perfect concealer.
Death the leveller is also death the revealer.
City snow heaps in the streets, lasting from November to March, become
filled with hidden trash, which is only exposed when the heaps melt in spring.
MINUS SEVEN IN DUBLIN
One christmas I spent the holidays in Ireland.
It snowed that christmas, unusual for them; and
Going back to airport, Dublin was in chaos: you know -
Roads blocked with six inches of snow,
Cars abandoned, jams everywhere. Uproar for days.
We were stopped by the cops. In panic he says,
For God’s sake get off the road, it’s seven below!
I said ok. He left. Then I continued to go
To the airport - I had to get home to Calgary
For mum and dad’s silver anniversary.
Airport was open but in siege mentality
In case the “extreme” snow caused a fatality.
All was chaos, doom, despair, worry.
Ten hours later we landed at Calgary:
No panic, streets clean, police dozing, city aglow -
With deep snow and thirty-five below.
My nephew Eddie has never seen snow,
lives in Florida where snowflakes rarely show.
His two older sisters flew north for a visit,
remembering Maryland's sharp winter blizzards.
We love it down south, they both proclaimed,
but we miss the snow, that's why we came.
On the very last night before sailing back south,
frosty wind showed up and opened his mouth,
blew in a snowy blast that settled all around.
By moon-glow that night the girls could be found,
building a fat friend out on the front lawn,
with a round smiling face to greet the new dawn.
In mid-winter we will be wed:
Oh, that the cool whiteness could be sped !
How my heart waits for her cool embrace
And the feel of snow flakes on my face,
Running warm through her frosted trees,
Watching the river’s fastness slow to freeze,
And the warmth that follows a ski-run,
And the snowshoe races full of fun.
Waiting so long is a weary task,
Till I’m crumping her white damask
Into pearl-grey hollows ,
And shaping shallow billows.
Then our hands touch in warmth and we know
There’s only a few weeks to go :
A smile from each diamond encrusted branch
Shows my face all a-blanch.
As my love walks close by me in a hush
My heart overflows at her special blush.
On sunlit silver snow no cold-eyed tear.
Oh my heart yearns for wintry land soon this year !
Watching the snow falling outside,
Through the white drifts a lone deer glides.
Under the grove of laden trees, she stops,
Stretches her neck, for leaves to crop.
Someone spooks her and off she goes,
Leaving footprints in the blanket of snow.
A lone chickadee lands on my deck,
From the seeds there, she starts to peck.
If not for God's creatures, some great, some small,
I would not appreciate this winter weather at all.
As inconvenient as this winter snow can be
It still has it's beautiful moments for all to see.
*it's snowing like mad today, so my visitors this afternoon took
some of the annoyance out of it.