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With his icy fingers he stole my smokey breath,
laid a sheet of slippery freezing cold by my feet
and then whispered in my ear right to the drum
that echoed in my brain with excruciating pain.

She, his wife was of a complete different temperament
quietly without fuss she crafted blanched cotton flakes,
each a masterpiece, unique as if she retained every design 
she had ever imagined so each time she could create anew.

He however with his bravado with his swelled chest
would pepper speeding glass-like pellets into the air.
Sting our faces without regret. Salt our wounds.
Mercilessly bite into our flesh with his frosted fangs.

Daintily she'd sprinkle the sky with the magic of her cheer
feather the atmosphere in a delicate splatter of alabaster.
Layer by layer she laid soft sheets of snow to the delight
of everyone alike creating a playground of endless mirth.

His breath reeked of dreams frozen, nipped in the bud.
Already he had high jacked his sisters, the Autumn twins
sent them packing, hurried, gathering their rustic garments.
He had no love of his siblings except his baby sister, Spring.

His wife loving and caring would temper his yearly onslaught.
She knew of his pain, deep, abandoned by his father Summer.
At times she'd blow slightly warmer air to provide respite for
us mere humans and allow the sun to warm our weary bones.

They  would sit together and it was her would bring out
the albums of family photos view pictures of his mother.
Her smile like music would soothe his stone cold heart.
He loved, when she'd visit in the guise of an Indian Summer.

With his icy fingers he stole my smokey breath.
I felt her presence there to temper his harsh avail.

Winter had arrived but when they walked as one 
this magnificent couple dressed in their royal winter whites,
without a second thought you  would bow in front of their regal 
stance, a sight to behold, one that encompassed the entire land.

Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Seasons

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne

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Snow falling—
Feathers escaping from the pillow-heaven
Confusing the air
With the steadiness of a stampede
Advancing, clinging, smothering.

Snow falling—
White fleecy lambs atop every protrusion
Sleek ermine boas
Draped upon the naked arms of nature
Bare of their green velvet capes.

Snow falling—
The spatula of wind
Smoothing mounds of marshmallow frosting
Billowy swirls
Of whipped immaculate splendor.

Snow falling—
Obscuring the drab tired earth
Her deep wounds of time
Dissolving shadows of other seasons
That Spring may arise again.

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~2nd Place~
Contest: Seasons
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 01/05/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight

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 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.

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock

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Winter Solstice

Winter lashes out with awful fury knowing
the solstice means her time soon will end.
That tail between legs hangs as days lenghten
and land frozen and icy will begin to warm.

Winter's raging blizzards coat land white
with massive dirfts of snow that block
passage through the lanes and tracks.
Pristine glittering icicles adorn trees.

Lakes frozen solid, dimly glimpsed fish swim
beneath. While on banks shy snowdrops peek
and carefully open their petals one by one.
Yet still Winter tightens her grip stubbornly.

The days slowly lengthen and sun warms earth
only to be plunged back into an icy freeze.
For a while longer Winter rejoycing reigns
But Spring will soon relentlessly march in.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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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

Copyright © HOLLY MOORE

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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

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



Copyright © Phyllis Babcock

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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

Copyright © Monterey Sirak

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From Sky

It starts off high up in the sky
formed amidst  clouds all inky
frozen solid in flakes all spiky

This frozen water falling slowly 
some of it all wet and trickily
slowly it hardens so thirstily 

More spikes come together
growing whiter and larger
shaping into a frosty layer 

Star like now it spirals wildly
pausing a moment briefly
as it settles so blithely

Amidst a fluffy blanket
for all a shining trinket
laid in a white casket

And so the story is finished
with a flake so cherished
until oh so slowly it vanished

Always be true to yourself

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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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

Copyright © Juli- Michelle

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Winter's warmth of white glistening promise and windswept dreams Plays her glorious song through the forest of echoing tree's Tumbling in her beauty upon each facet of light profound She shimmers in a orchestrated display of heavenly sounds In her passive seduction draped in her silver diamond gown She calls to the setting sun and gently lies down... ___________ 01-03-2015

Copyright © Rick Parise

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She glides on silver skates across the crystal water
 her heart a rose frozen in time
 cold and uncaring, eyes of no expression
 snowflakes fall from blue lips and fly away in frenzied winds
 from Indigo skies a porcelain moon
 shines down on sugar roofs 
 as chimney smoke writhes and slithers
 like a magical genie escaping into thin air

Copyright © valerie bellefleur

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Winter's Reign

Winter walks softly into the darkening room,
like a black tuxedoed waiter with a silver tray.
Blending ever so quietly into the surroundings,
unnoticed, silent, with polite care and respect.

Time passes and winter becomes more brash,
bold, probing, more self assured in demands.
Speaking words less soft, clearly pronounced,
days shorten, now its reach is deep and colder.

As chased by demon, winter strides full body,
its reach long and gripping in frozen hands,
Snow storm eyes, blind, sightless cubes of ice,
arctic white frozen lips, blow winds of pain.

Reluctant to free the world from frozen domain,
days lengthen, wrenching life from winters grip.
Pulsing, gasping, to retain its weakening self,
now eyes open to bright sunlight and spring.

Robert Gene Stoner Jr

Winter in Personification

Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr

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Aurora And Avalanche

                                                Aurora And Avalanche

                                              Heavenly blue night sky
                                         Studded glittering bright stars   
                                  We linger for the illustrious attraction  

                           Shimmering lights arc throughout the nighttime sky  
                                   Water mirrors its colorful, brilliant dance

                                                 We sit and admire   
                                             On our favorite rock bluff  
                                   Surrounded by seductive fluffy white snow 
                                 Sweet moments of kisses and holding hands 
                                              Between two love birds 

                                          At a distance we hear the echo 
                                   Rapid snow flows down a mountain slope

                                           Our dark and white plumage
                                         Shimmers of the brilliant colors
                                            With the shimmering lights
© 3/4/2015

Copyright © Eve Roper

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The wondrous nature of winter
The perfect delicious taste of winter
The mastermind of winter's touch
The secret I adore of the alluring beauty of
        winter, like sister, I cherish.

Keeps reminding me of home:
The dry skinny wind blowing around
The sand dunes sculpturing and evolving like sound
The fresh, thin and welcoming air above
             which in secret I ponder about
             missing without doubt.

But it's the new home I now analyze in secret
Its impeccable measure and nature I devour
For answer and ladder to draw
I need to capture all this new creation
       in secret, then share it in secret
A visitor and literature in my life

This is another special poem of mine because with it I won a poetry & short story contest in a college I went too.
Written 2006
Just the young thoughts of the young mind

Copyright © njeri hunjeri

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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

Susan Burch
Received 3rd place in "Personification of January" contest

Copyright © Black Eyed Susan

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The Snow

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

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

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

Copyright © Trevor Barnett

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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..

Copyright © valerie bellefleur

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Indian Summer

Indian Summer

The poppy said "No",
The nasturtiums said "Wait"
The seedlings were jumping at the gate;

"We have to get through Winter first,"
The old oak spoke, and everyone burst.
The pansies nodded in assent,
With a great deal of sentiment.

He looked down sadly at his girth,
Smiling wryly with perfect mirth;
"Ten more years is all I am worth".

He glanced at the herbs tenderly wilting
And spoke as though his heart were melting
"We have to be patient and wait for Spring,
And there's the catch, it's a learning thing".

"I won't make promises I can't keep
And we all know Winter will put us to sleep".

Summer will rise again, in all it's glory,
And that for now, is the end of my story.

Copyright © Judith Palmer

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Lion of Winter

January came in 
riding on the mood of Christmas.
Quietly she came, 
like the Nun singing lullabies
in the church nursery.
The sunny fall days
lulling us into a mindset,
not to be set aside
by gifts and many good wishes.
But then the lion of winter
bursts in and roars.
She quickly gathers up her habit
and in haste draws her day
shorter into cold freezing night.
All is right in her world.

Jan 2, 2012 Charles Henderson
for Nette's Personification of January contest

Copyright © Charles Henderson

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‘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.
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. 

Copyright © Ray Angelo Ong

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Lady of Winter

Dear lady of winter
why must you be so harsh

shed your ermine wraps
and put away your hooded

cloak of white - beautiful as
it may seem when gleaming

in the cold sun like a thousand
diamonds and glossy pearls

the land does slumber too long
the trees sleep too deeply

under your strict command
of days that are too dark

and moons peer out from 
behind cell bars and prison

sentences of winter discontent
release the prisoners of Spring

held captive by a cruel winter
in dampness and bone chilling

days and nights - let down your
dark walls and break the fetters

of those who cry out to be free
and taste the delights of the

newborn world once again..
and do away with this abomination

known as winter..

Copyright © valerie bellefleur

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A Snowflake In June

I thought I saw a snowflake in June
Perhaps, it was just silly daydream imaginations
Or were ongoing investigations really do

Upon further horizon inquiries
The sun ended interviews in blushing denial
And when heavenly interrogations finished
The sky was turning guilty blue

I’m absolutely sure
The clouds were somewhere amidst the cover up
Fortunately, a little pigeon squawked
And revealed something of the simple truth

That, there was a brewing
Conspiracy of rumors, flying 
So I ruffled stoolie feathers convincingly
To spill the beans, out with his scandalous news

It seems a wintry prima donna 
Performer of the coming season
In order to beat the ratings
Broke out early and was somewhere on the loose

Could it be
The very same stitch of ice I'd seen
A snowflake thespian
Acting out in the month of June

Then, I saw a glistening 
Of arrogance pass right before my eyes
And tiny banner waved
Followed by the squeaky words “see you very soon”

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief 
And then, my tongue was quickly unleashed
As I closed the case of any further flakes
From trying to make their premature Hollywood debuts

Copyright © Michael Smith

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Winter's Rage

Upon the hush of winter snow
That glistens while the moon hangs low
A wind stirs up a blanket white
It quakes and rattles through the night

On chariots, with mighty steeds
It comes to scatter driven seeds
Decaying leaves and branches shed
With surge as storm moves overhead

It shivers cold upon the hill
To chill my heart much colder still
A tempest howl or'e chimney tops
The whipping sounds, forgiving not

Each gust comes strong with howling fierce
Through window sash, on knives that pierce
Knashes  teeth, with biting cold
Shaking shingles, grabbing hold 

All hover near a fire's hearth
While sleeting wrath, with fury's heart
To wait till winter's breath is spent
Tomorrow's rise, the final vent

Angry screams and threatening shouts
Peaceful dreams are tossed about
With dawning skies, a breathing sigh
Soft gentle breezes say goodbye

At last the wind has played with us
The game it won, with eager lust
There's nothing but a murmer now
Like spoiled child, it takes a bow

When winter calms, the anger ends
And brings along a peaceful bend
      A tranquil peace will soon abide
              ~~As winter's rage is satisfied

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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The unleashed howl and snarl 
Of the winter winds
Is silenced at last
And their bite is muzzled
And put to sleep by the 
Soothing sunshine of spring

Copyright © Sidney Beck

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Winter is a ghost

I see winter much like a ghost
The cold and white I remember most.
When spring arrives it just disappears
But now it is snow and cold I fear.

Haunting shadows from lifeless trees
Set this mood that is inside me.
I look around the world seems dead
Visions of a ghost return to my head.

I see a mist rise from the unfrozen pond
I dream of a place that is far beyond.
You know of its presence yet it’s not there
I seek signs of life yet find them nowhere.

It is cold I can see my breath in the air
The cold wind sends shivers much like a scare.
I think of a ghost like the past at my side
I try to seek shelter it is warmer inside.

The visions before me seems so real
While the presence of a ghost I do feel.
Winter is much like death renewal is spring
Life shall be restored and the colors it brings.

Copyright © Mark Russell

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Winter Moon

The man in the moon
pulls his collar up
around his chin
in the frosty evening 
and warms his hands
on the fires of Mars..

Copyright © valerie bellefleur

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Winter is Here Until Spring

Winter is here, weather has changed,
Bitter cold, mood rearranged,  

Winter is here, unmoving it seems,
Tearing its needle, through the seams

Winter is here, and it’s here to stay,
Here in my mind, a world of disarray,

Winter is here, the light wont shine,
Disrupting themes, destroying minds,

Winter is here, oppression time,
Hindering us, for the depression climb

Winter is here, no room to adapt,
No one around, more room to collapse, 

Winter is over, smell that clover,
The never-ending line of springtime lovers.

Copyright © Charles Mulikey

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Winter Portrait

Being halved in a disc 
of ember and snow,
tinges bicker merits on opus.
Exulting own shadows 
after breaking from spectrum;
from erstwhile adjacencies, 
contrasts commence.

Sable consumes radiance of white
making the latter peep at night.
Grey has veiled beneath its blanket
tangerine's burst of smiles and giggles.
In false humility, azure weeps:
portraying dolor in dark hued navy.
Bold and proud, crimson was;
but is now eclipsed behind jaundice cast.

Behind the shadows, colours dwell
secretly longing for dominant reign.
Monopoly: alas, they yearn-
ignoring the threat of audience, bored.

Copyright © Frances Angela Torrelavega

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COLD BLOODED Summer grows old cold-blooded tree’s scant leafless twigs bend and break creek and whither Anaemic the suns pathetic rise and fall so soon the rainplunge of icedew sickens to greysludge gloom Winter takes hold cold-blooded labouring storms iceflesh to bone sallow and shrunken we faceforce doom © Kim van Breda—29 September 2015

Copyright © Kim van Breda

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The Ride Home

The melon yellow sun, burns through 
the winter forest,
backlighting it in shades of gray and mauve,
causing retinal flashes;
impeding the forward progress of traffic.
Car headlights, string out across the vista 
of days end, like reminders of Christmas past.
Red tails flare, as the iron horses baulk 
at fallen limbs, left by the last winter storm.
The air is heavy with 
the monsters mechanical breath.
And, within the belly of the beast,
behind their lensed lids, condensation forms.
Frost, smeared by the fingers 
of its symbiotic masters,
make the lifeless quadrupeds appear myopic,
As they rush frantically forward into 
the on coming night.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi