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Winter Personification Poems | Personification Poems About Winter

These Winter Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Winter Personification poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Aurora

 She danced across the heavens
 Whirling and twirling in delight
  She slid up and down creating images
  With delight she colored the sky
 She made no sound as she moved
  She sculpted as she danced
 Unique patterns unfolded
  the heavens became her canvas
  colors became more vibrant
 Her colors changed with each breath
 She danced merrily for hours on end
Until the final curtain was drawn
With the up coming dawn.


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Life of a Tree

I am naked now, my limbs are bare
A chill blows through me during the night air

No one notices me, children do not climb
I stand still hoping not to lose a branch of mine

No green, no orange, no red I am just grey
This season I do not like because of being this way

Soon the sun will begin to show
My little buds of color start to glow

Encircled by luscious green grass I will be
Seasons are my life, this next one I like.

©Holly P. Moore
    January 2013


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Winter Storm

Restless winter's snow covered the ground
North wind blew in another winter storm
It howled,  it crawled and packed solid
 Clinging where it could to  frozen mother earth
Wave after wave it pounded, it bombarded
Icy pebbles scattered in all directions 
Spray like mist climbed the snow dunes
As an eerie chill settled upon the land

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 Wind why do you blow
 as if you had no soul.
You come wild with fury
making all so weary.

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30/12/13


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Fireplace

I wonder what Mack is brewing today
All I can do is lick the pot
He builds me up higher, my embers, they-
Are smiling cause they know they're hot

I stare at the red sofa he's sitting upon
And at the cat I've burned once or twice
What can I say? The thing knows its wrong
To sit by a fire with ice

I taste a small dripping of soup from above
My flames hiss in the deepest content
With my dancing shadows, I warm as a glove
As I wait for a new log's descent


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OLD MAN WINTER

Even the oak tree topples
in the face of mighty winds
with a thunderous crash
as 100 year old wood meets earth

Its weight resting on one thick branch
driven deep into frozen dirt
as pieces of bark and dried leaves
twist free to ride currents of frigid air 

expelled from the lungs of Old Man Winter 
who wandered down from the north 
to visit the mountain homestead
under the cover of night

He spits ice into watering
troughs of cattle and horses
presses an eye to a crack in the wall 
of the weather beaten farm house 

to watch parents and children
curled up snug under hand stitched quilts
And blows in measured gusts
filling the rooms    turning tips

of ears and noses from frosty pink
to beet red    and ruffling the fur
of an old hound dog sleeping by the stove  
who twitches from the cold or possibly 

a dream of scampering across hills 
chasing coons in his faraway youth
Old Man Winter stretches wide
lovingly embracing the house

wrapping all in a chilly cocoon
as dawn breaks on frost-kissed fields
He draws his quivering self together and glides
away in the morning light  

Stopping on a hill to dance and twirl 
spinning snow into drifts sized for the bottom 
belly and head of a snowman yet to be made  
Continues down the shadowy slopes to the pond 

where he glides round and round
in circles and figure eights    freezing the water
into a solid base of ice    for the children    
freed from school in this wintry day will need

a place to play    to skate madly into the wind
For you see    Old Man Winter like the old hound dog
remembers being young and carefree with nothing
better to do than to chase the drifting snow


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A Winter's night observed

A Winter’s night observed    by: Steven Hudson


Tranquility mounts in the silence of the moment,
Snow glistens from the branches of a full moonlight
Contrasting darkness’s shadowy backdrop,
A gentle calm breeze permeates the air,
Stillness, listening, as this wonderland envelops you
For a season an instant another land transports you
Apparent breath exhaled, a machine fearfully and wonderfully made
In wilderness, frozen and wild that is fearfully and wonderfully made
Green boughs heavy in blankets of snowy white
Black branches barren and void, form lines, into the starry night
Crystals flutter, sparkle and swirl on lumined plains spread out beneath,
On A winter’s night observed, a winter’s night of peace.


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The Snow

Falling at a terminal velocity
From the ether we fall at a speed that is  
Slow
What is my purpose, my destiny
Inevitable fate befalls the
Snow

Colliding with the other frosty white souls
Scattered across the ground sparkling like bright white
Gold
We're born in a season that is dead
How can something so white and pure be 
Cold

Like vampires the sun is our infirmity
Dawn approaches illuminating hues of
Wry
The epiphany before my death 
Is everything is impermanent 
Why


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Lilacs

Lilac ladies
you sleep inside your winter buds
of grey branches
that move
with April's gentle wind

wake up your sleepy folk
burst out of your winter beds
for Spring is upon us
and we wait for you in anticipation
to flaunt your fashion frocks

of lavender blue and angel pink
of virgin white and burgundy hue
upon the stage of a forthcoming May
waiting patiently in the wings
to herald a glorious summer..


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January, if you please

Oh January, thee of Winter’s spawn
I cannot wait till thou art gone
I’ve had enough of bleak, gray days
To last a lifetime, and so I pray
Thou wilt use thy icy, freezing touch
On us gently, with just a brush -
A coat of frosting on the trees
But not a blizzard, I beg of thee
No brown snow or ugly slush
No winter mess, nor snowy gusts
Just a sprinkling of thy winter skill -
Still picturesque, but not so chilled
A mild month, I ask of thee
To keep the warmth inside of me

1/2/12
Susan Burch
Received 3rd place in "Personification of January" contest


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Winter

‘Tis winter season—
a bracing weather, foggy in its warmth.
The trees are drying, as bones,
gripping water from the winter soil.
It’s resting on an earth snow:
dancing in chilliness, dazedly.
Perchance,
it’s waiting for a poignant breath
that will give him soul.
To feel, once more, from being numb.
To warm his heart;
but the serenity and the turmoil have ended.

The dream is forgotten by the prized.
The dream is freezing the lover. 


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