Oh darling you have become an angel sweetheart blossoming regal crowns
one flake unique floating into dreams so beautiful they sing only you
Pure petal wings flutter dressed in the color of snow purest kiss of beauty
They dance particles ice inside warm love melts shining into the purest thoughts
A faraway star winking in the night sky neon grasps breathless
Confetti crystals falling sprinkles gently laying a carpet upon the ground
Whom embraces the outer body sweetly enchants I open four chambers
holding all keys out applauding flutters skipping echo pops each beat
My queen warmly holds hands with the soul grace of a thousand swans in flight
Once bitten twice shy one kiss from you smitten I would say smiling overjoyed
I will always smile in loves amazing grace in soft gentle tenderness the joy it brings
Wishing that one was holding you right now footsteps in deep sand begins touching
Wow mirror, mirror what a dream baby who blew one out off this world spinning
you're so beautiful smiling these eyes dazzling mirror reflections blinding
Copyright © liam mcdaid
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)
Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen
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
Copyright © James Nichols
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.
Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet
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
Copyright © Matthan Atherton
MRS. CATHY NEEDS SOME SNOW
I called up the thunder; I called up the rain;
I left a message; and gave them your name.
I left a deposit; at Your Rent to Own;
As soon as they get some; they'll deliver it home.
I e mailed the Governor; with request for some snow;
But nobody answered; they're busy you know.
Frosty the Snowman; says he'll try his best;
To grant you your wishes; for this special request.
I got in my car; and drove in the dark;
To that special place; where angels do hark.
I entered the union; of Unity Hall;
They said they can do it; they'll give you a call.
At Natural Disasters; they all agreed;
They guaranteed me; you'd get what you need.
I yelled up to Heaven; I asked for the boss;
St.Peter then told me; for you there's no cost.
Early this morning; was a knock on my door;
Good God it was Elvis; singing let the snow pour.
Cathy my dearest; worry do not;
Sweet heart I'm on it, with all that I got.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina
Sky greyed with sudden snow, cars slithered serpentine roads -
a screech-slide of tyres on obsidian ice. Traffic slowed;
indicators blinking against the driving white squall,
engines' hot oiled throats throttled to standstill.
Bitter winds whipped us raw; ice shrapnel's rip and tear
piercing our lungs. Snatching gasps of spiked air,
our stung skin numb from the blizzard's bite.
Tempestuous snow smothered hematite night;
gusting and mounding, turning black to white.
By dawn, drifts dazzled with diamante light;
air was achromatic, blanketed fields blanked,
hills bleached to silence; the landscape blanched.
Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
The garden’s like a canvas, white as any page,
And snowflake ballerinas flutter cross a stage.
Jack Horne, written 7th October and, lol, posted too late for Gail’s A Season’s Dance contest: Winter
Copyright © jack horne
All the streetlights
the fallen snow
Like downy blankets
beguiles with grace
Copyright © James Marshall Goff
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
Copyright © Melani Udaeta
The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices the sky
upon the crust of frozen snow diadems arise.
Glittering crowns crest maple trees, diamond on the bough
they bring a beauty and a peace no soul can disavow.
The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices the sky
twinkling like diamond remnants, snow lends the day surprise.
Glittering crowns crest maple trees, diamond on the bough
oh how I hate to hear the roar of the coming plough.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi
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
Copyright © Maria Paz Samelo
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! :)
Copyright © Heather Ober
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
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux
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
Copyright © Bob Quigley
Star dust from heaven is falling from above
Floating down softly like a beautiful dove
It blankets the earth and quiets the noise
Making a silence for all that enjoys
Each flake falls softly so perfectly designed
Will give us a world that is perfectly aligned
Tree limbs and bushes will droop from the snow
And the rooftops will glimmer to make quite a show
A beautiful painting we have out our door
Just waiting for us to go out and adore.
A more perfect setting will never be seen
Than star dust from heaven’s pearly white sheen.
Copyright © Janet Eaton
When snowflakes fall, the sleds come out
As children run and jump and shout
With boots and scarves and runny noses
(Also mittens, one supposes)
Frolicking in fresh white snow,
Their rosy cheeks and smiles a’glow.
Can anything make winter’s case
Like joy on any toddler’s face
As, in his new boots, he’s astride
His shiny sled for that first ride?
It’s messy, yes, and cold and wet
But no one watching, I would bet,
Would trade that winter glee he’s got
To live where weather’s always hot.
Copyright © ilene bauer
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
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
White ice black ice
neither is nice
me falling twice
paying the price
living up north
winters not worth
second month always bad
seeing March I'll be glad
Copyright © Robert Heemstra
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
Copyright © jack horne
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
Copyright © Morgan Mise
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
Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS
The first snow fell all angelic and white
We built us a fort full of snowballs to fight
The mailman rounded the corner much to his surprise
Two big fat snowballs dotted both of his eyes
The policeman was summoned all dressed up in blue
We got scared and decided we should just snowball him too
His face was beat red as he filed his report
Stomping all our snowballs and tearing down our fort
Then he led us back home had us each by the ear
Where up on the porch sat uncle Joe with a beer
The policeman told Uncle Joe he would lock us away
Uncle Joe stepped off the porch and made night of his day
Now here we sit in juvy and uncle Joe he is in jail
I reckon I’ll write Santa ask if he can post our bail
Or maybe send his reindeer to crash right through the roof
So we could fly up out of here, upon the golden hoof
If another snow falls all angelic and white
I’ll build me a snowman but l won't snowball fight
I can't seem to bring the contest up so I hope
I did this right. This carol is done to the beat
of "The First Noel"
Copyright © Michael Jordan
Snow flakes and Easter lilies scatter the ground
Winter time and Spring time seem to be having a round
Like a game of tug of war each side wants control
Today it was winter who wanted to rock n roll
Tomorrow maybe Spring time will give it a heave ho
Guess we won’t know till tomorrow though
Copyright © Janet Eaton
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.
Copyright © Cona Adams
As I look up into the heavy laden, pink night sky
I can almost smell snow, as my Nan would say in years gone by.
The sky is heavy I am sure it will give its all
I look up, ‘Hey Nan, can you see me?’ I cautiously call.’
I can feel her around me her warm breath on my cheek
It warms me to the heart as I eagerly seek.
She was right! I did smell the first winter’s snowfall
The flakes start to spiral down, majestically, covering all.
They settle on my eyes my cheeks and my lips,
Dancing and swirling - each as unique as our fingertips.
They land so soft, no noise do they make silence is all around.
I stand in wonder at the beauty, the flakes merge and cover the ground.
A Winter Couplet
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
A Flower Through the Snow (or The Traveler)
Why is it always the merriment that’s rattling at the door,
In the middle of the day that keeps the night at war?
If only you could open up and let this traveller in,
There could be a-something done about hushing up this din.
There’s a bottle sure, an open sore, the salt of seven seas,
White lines lay upon on the shore from brow creasing pleas.
Well first it’s a little, little sorry then it’s just little more,
‘Til the book finds a new page - now who’s this written for?
Why’d you bury the bones and start thinking they were treasure,
And dig ‘em back up and find the horror not the pleasure.
Is it startled reassurance that the truth ain’t in the flesh?
Well it ain’t in the bones too if there’s no cartilage to mesh.
Now all the chorus girls know a thing or two about this
That night weary wanders see only blue for bliss
As they’re walking through the day putting night sighs to test
Shaking stuck fallen leaves from shady places where you rest
Shut your eyes, go to sleep, though there are a thousand things
To do before tomorrow when winter’s cold voice sings
Can you let this traveller in while there’s still flame in the fire?
Ask to hear his story but if you know it he won’t tell yer
Wait there warm, sit there childish, wait until the new spring.
If he’s asks you the way or to see just say it’s something
In your smile, so stick around it may show, might grow
Like a song in the belly, like a flower through the snow.
Copyright © Mathieu de Casanove
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.
Copyright © Trevor McLeod
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
Copyright © Soumya Mukhija
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
Copyright © J. Dover