In the midst of morn she quietly rose
to greet the dawn of silent repose
She searched beyond the frozen hills
and through the bough's of crystal frills
She danced in dream as clouds rolled by
in hopes the sun would pierce the sky
As moments passed nil of light
the wind kicked up with all it's might
In tumbling turmoil the west winds raged
in fluttering beauty to turn the page
Within a breath a single sigh
the Winter wrath had waved goodbye
As sunlight burned of velvet white
upon her face a shaft of light...
Poet ~ Rick Parise
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)
nature sings softly her lively recital
everything is glorious and looks vital
the swans exhibit courtship behavior
their dances visual pieces for their spring-paviour
thrushes chitter their earliest symphony
birdseed germinates and outspreads spring widely
two newts show a beautiful mating dance
strawberry plants use their early spring chance
a show of new born green just above the ground
alders pollen causing sneezing peoples' sound
few snowdrops, celandine, white dead nettle
and hazel trees show leaves and huge mettle
appetite dictates this walk with our dog
a craved annual entry in our blog
at length awaited while walking and watching
dozens of reasons for thinking and talking
the artificial Christmas tree just packed
the baubles and the glass peak safely wrapped
a large cup of hot chocolate a good mate
served forthwith stale Christmas cookies on a plate
(c) Elly Wouterse
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
Will Shed a Tear
Woke up this morning to a new dawn;
Looked outside and Autumn had gone
Winter was here and the wind did blow
Then everything was covered with snow.
Old year had gone and new one neared
Following Autumn that had disappeared
With colorful leafs beautiful had been
Soon will be able to see them again.
About Autumn, what do I like the most?
In Halloween they always have a ghost
But still does remain such a pretty scene;
Leafs covered grass which once was green.
Autumn to many has been known as fall
Then under Christmas tree will be a doll
This will be my favorite time of the year
And now that it is gone will shed a tear.
James Thomas Horn
First green, then gold, now downy white
Fields wear their gown of wintry delight
Flakes soft upon the evergreen glisten
The doe quietly raises her head to listen
No sound but that of a winter wren
Calling to her mate in the forest glen
Beneath her blanket rests the earth
Gathering strength for spring's rebirth...
A bountiful bevy of beautiful birds flew by
Their soft and shining silhouettes eliciting a sigh
They dipped and dove and drew pictures in the air
That delightful , dazzling, December day so fair
The snow so softly settling on the sated ground
Cheeky, chattering, calling birds the only sound
Silvery shards of sunlight on the frozen lake
A perfect picture, now pleasured breathes I take
Nature can naturally nurture and nurse our soul
When hackneyed, harried days have taken their toll
For the Alliteration , Consonance, Assonance contest
We would get used to the heat
If not for the body-armor.
We could always taste the dust
Which made it seem even warmer.
Ballistic sunglasses blocked the glare,
But didn't keep out the sweat.
The smell of raw sewage and rot
We would never soon forget.
I assumed the ground would be sandy,
But it was really all silt and clay.
There was so much fouled standing water
After their annual rainy season days.
The only time I wasn't over-heating
Was in January's rains in Mosul, Iraq.
After wading through so much filth,
I'm happy to never, ever, ever go back.
Step aside, Mr. Gore, as the world's people rebel
Despite your predictions, Earth is not as hot as hell
We took your global warnings seriously at first
But for your dire forecasts, we no longer thirst
UN scientists who'd backed up your warnings
Now say there's no evidence the planet is warming
Instead, a mini ice age raps on a frosty door
A whiteout winter lingers; snow still covers Earth's floor
Was it all a ruse to propel yourself to the spotlight?
As the blizzards wreak havoc, you've fallen from our sight
And worse, we are left to wonder why you paid no heed
To historical cycles that made your theories weak
Prehistoric species fell during a period of heat
And proof of past ice ages are preserved in Mammouth meat
So please do us a favor and stay, as now, in hiding
Your doom and gloom prophecies we are now deriding
With each shovel of unprecedented winter snow
Angry Americans shake their heads and want to know
If it was the speaking engagements and book sales
That led you to express your global warming wails
Or did corporate backers of your "green energy" business
Lead you to attempt to spoon feed us utter nonsense
Pollution is of great concern to all with conscience
But attributing climate cycles to it simply made no sense
The UN scientists now say they've lost all supporting data
Belief in "global warming" has been tossed back at ya
Beautiful celestial crystals grip the earth by the neck
And all servants of shiver on the skin pore deck.
A Tit in elegance flaps her leathery wings
And sings all blessings that winter brings.
Nude trees coated by soft pile of snow
Stand in awe and worship the silvery glow.
The Robins can never be left out,
The sweethearts of the very cold sprout
Dressed in orange-red and glittering brown feathers
And offer adoration to the cold weather.
No charmer like the winter's silvery gown
That carpets the dull face of every town.
THEME: WINTER SCENERY.
For Francine Roberts' contest: A winter couplet
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
Jolly is the coldest season
Loving Winter is no treason.
Rain, sleet and snow
A marvellous show.
The Winter solstice
Daylight of injustice.
Man should wrap up in armour
Often known as a willy warmer.
Woman with thick tights pulled up their legs
Keeping them like a well cooked bacon and eggs.
Winter of discontent
The homeless in torment.
Not many insects found
All buried underground.
Flocks of sheep abiding
The shepherds trembling.
Hedgehogs in guileless sleep
Foxes hungry for sheep.
A triumphant winter adored
Praise be the cold and bored.
In an icen forest ,
inside a crystal grave,
beneath the ancient snowy trees,
a tiny fairy lays.
In frosted air above her,
brushing wings with glassine leaves,
snowflakes dust the branches,
as all faerie-kind does grieve.
For a summer fae was never meant
in wintertime to bide,
the northern King,thought love would be,
enough to warm his bride.
But the King’s brother did wish her heart to claim,
and when she did not turn,
he poisoned her with holly,
and left her with frost burn.
But justice is not lacking,
for the evil deed was seen,
a sprite was in the window,
but could not save the Queen.
The King’s brother we see frozen,
hung now from diamond thread,
he thought to win the Queen her love,
but now has lost his head.
So now forever sits the King ,
in the winter land of Fae,
to never love another ,
from the land of Summer’s Day.
Last night's snow a white blanket on the ground
The beauty of it does my heart astound
In coats, scarves and wooly hats we wrap up tight
And venture out to see the glory of the winter light
Across the pond on summer's bridge we walk
Sharing the sights of winter with our girlish talk
Oh, the geese and ducks are parading, hear their hungry cry
Some grain may soften winter's harshness by and by
We toss it at their feet with a happy heart
And hope this days small reprieve we may impart
Inspired by George Dunlop Leslie's painting
A Winters Walk
There's something truly magic, when snowflakes start to fly.
A fairyland of wonderous white, beneath a clear, cold sky.
I enjoy looking at the leafless trees, standing there so bare.
I also love the evergreens, which are also standing there.
The world is white and silent, draped in pure white snow.
It's a lovely winter wonderland, everywhere you go!
A mild north wind is blowing, snow comes swirling down.
It creates a feathery blanket, which covers up the ground.
Walkers footsteps are quickly hidden, by the freshly fallen snow.
Kids are out with friends on sleds, their faces all aglow.
Sounds of the season all seem new, with the crunch of boots on the ground.
There's so much to see in the great outdoors, when winter comes around.
A Winter Couplet
The cold of Winter makes me shake
Oh no! Here comes the first snowflake
I watch it as it falls and floats
I wish I'd worn a bigger coat
It falls upon the frozen ground
Landing there without a sound
Others come to join there fare
I tell you now, it's just not fair
Here comes more from up above
"Dang it!! Where'd I put my gloves?"
The chilly air brings ruthless bite
The falling snow makes all things white
I shiver at the seasons change
I'm not prepared for this exchange
Forget the reason I'm outside
I guess I'll just go back inside
Written for Francine Roberts' contest, "A Winter Couplet"
The frightful winter storm is o'er, now all is so serene.
Mellow moonbeams now flood the wondrous wintry scene!
The gaily-festooned sleigh glides silently o'er the pristine snow,
Laden with festive revelers, their ruddy faces all aglow!
The two svelte steeds trot rhythmically o'er snowy hill and dell.
Sweet melodic tunes chime merrily from each tiny harness bell!
Mom keeps hot cider flowing to fill each empty mug.
Recalling days of yore, Dad slyly steals a kiss and hug!
The kids urge Dad to make the horses go a little faster.
"No" says he, "With drifts ahead we'd surely court disaster!"
Candlight welcomes them to Grandma's house just beyond the bend!
Boundless love and a roaring fire await them, on that they can depend!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 8 in Francine Roberts' "A Winter Couplet" Contest - November 2011
cold air whispers her frozen story
of short dark days and long silent nights
gone is summers' colorful glory
in mid winters subdued little lights
her sharp wind soothsaying ice and snow
when I exhale I create a cloud
the fish in their pond deep down below
paralyzed under their water shroud
the next morning Jack Frost is in town
he governs with a very firm hand
his world dressed in a sightly white gown
an enchanting winter wonderland
snow creates a layer of white gold
creaking ice the winter blues hummer
I cringe surrounded by the intense cold
like the flowers of the last summer
Raindrops, God's tears for His creation,
When frozen, His jewels for decoration.
The hoare frost bedecks the trees,
A wonderland set in a frieze.
Driving out on wintry nights,
Sparkling jewels caught in headlights.
A spiders web is on display,
White with frost that passed that way.
A watery sunrise fails to melt away,
The winter wonderland that is today.
© Dave Timperley 16 January 2015.
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.
Is a girl with no soul.
Black with despite,
And her heart,
As cold as a winter night.
She cries into the night
With an echo of fear,
But her eyes do not
Leak one single tear.
Is a girl with a growing soul,
Her eyes now show light,
But her heart,
Still cold as a winter night.
The playing starts each October in the fall.
But alas, this year there is no basketball.
Another season should have started for the NBA.
However, fans will not see their teams play.
From the Knickerbockers in New York, to the Lakers in LA,
will this competition start? Nobody can say.
As we approach winter, there is increasing doubt.
The owners have gotten together and locked the players out.
We will not see free throws or slam dunks today.
It appears there will be no playoffs in May.
With no basketball to see, where shall we go?
Perhaps a blizzard will come, and we will shovel snow.
For Francine's Winter Couplet contest (a winter sport (watching or participating) category chosen).
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
When the days grow shorter, the woods are solid gray,
that old sun hides his face and won't come out to play;
When tree branches are bare, grass turns to dirty brown,
flowers wilt, fade away, no hummingbirds abound;
When heavy coats come out, snowflakes begin to fall,
water freezes on ponds, dreary dread comes to call;
That's when wonders appear in the stillness of night,
icy sleeves on bare branches, sparkling winter delight.
The first day of spring arrived one week ago
Leaving winter behind like a shadow
Mornings after were filled with sunlight
Dancing daffodils and budding trees in highlight
But winter won’t give up the fight so easy
Weatherman calls for rain, it’s now freezing
As the spring rains first begin to flow
Prayers go out that there will be no snow
Forgetful of the most harsh winter days
We didn’t pray to miss the icy glaze
This morning in awe I stepped out to find
Winter has left one last mark for the time
Like beautiful crystal it hangs off the trees
Coating like glass all that one sees
It sparkles like firelight reflecting sun’s rays
This most wondrous icy wintry glaze
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
It is cold this morning, my breath a cloud of white
No snow yet, although it rained a bit last night
My path today meanders around the quiet lagoon
Enjoying the white of last nights winter moon
Far away mountain peaks are iced with snow
Faint sunshine gives them an aerie glow
Almost every leaf is gone from the old apple tree
But there is beauty in the gnarled skeleton I see
Coyotes cry from behind the oak topped hill
Perhaps they know harder times are coming still
There is a stark beauty in this winter face
I find a certain kind of peace in this quiet place
For The Winter Couplet contest
A winter walk....
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
When leaves have fallen to the ground,
The time for winter is around.
It's time for birds to fly away
To warmer lands where they will stay,
'Til gone is winter's icy blast,
And spring is here again at last.
In springtime all the flowers bloom,
And people spring-clean with a broom.
Fawns are born and bears awake,
And rain again fills up the lake.
The smell of the air is fresh and sweet,
And the baby birds give a small "tweet, tweet."
When summer's come and spring is gone,
The skies are clear at morning's dawn.
The days are hot, the lake is cold,
Yet swimming each day never does grow old.
As fireflies light up the night,
The starry sky is quite a sight.
The leaves are now red, orange and brown,
As to the ground they soon fall down.
This is a sign that fall is here,
But yet the weather is not drear.
A chill tell bears it's time to sleep,
As farmers finish their harvest reap.
The Season Circle is now complete,
As winter once again we greet.
My eyes this evening are delighted by what they see
An aura, a Spanish maiden, dances in front of me
Flowing locks of darkened curls sway left to right
Towards me she moves in wonder on this Scottish winter night
Her eyes in penetration my soul now captured so
My hand she takes in hers to the floor we wanting go
Shoulder to shoulder we dance, aroma of she so close
Her perfumed nape delights as our evening gracefully flows
Whispers are softly shared amidst touches of soft caress
Closer and closer we hold, in dance our bodies impress
On this Scottish winter night, an aura dances with me
Two souls finally together, perhaps it was meant to be
In the freezes of the winter sunny-sets.
Brown icy lake then the sky turns Burnett.
As the birds walk on ice underneith the hanging pecan trees.
Looking for nuts, shelter., for comfort from the winter freeze.
In coldness of a winter night
With sliver of a moon for light,
I walk along the frozen way,
Remembering a summer's day.
A day when flowers bloomed in pride
And brightened up the country-side.
The trees encased in green array,
Whispered "The easy times will stay".
But loveliest of days don't last ,
Too soon the verdant beauty's past
And with our lives and loves in pain,
We doubt the lushness comes again.
Come, come, my love and walk with me.
The wind is blowing out to sea.
Seasons forever roll around.
Lost summer's love can be refound.
We'll seek the violets where they hide,
The daffodil's winter abide.
The tiny snowbells showing through,
Are proof enough love can renew.
Triumphantly, one bright spring day,
The blossoms as a love bouquet
Will cheer a winter near dried heart.
Just so a true love can restart.
You Are My Sun
By Rick Rucker
In Southern California, the Winter doesn’t stay too long,
This year, its effects weren’t felt very strong,
Luckily, I met you in the Fall,
Before Winter had taken hold at all,
Before the frigid weather had begun,
I discovered You, and You are my Sun.
Normally, through the Winter, in my “cave” I hide,
But, with you, I can now go outside,
You are just so Hot,
About the Cold, I flat forgot!
A simple Kiss from You, can melt me down,
Make me silly, like a clown,
Being alone was my greatest fear,
No longer afraid, now that You are here.
Deliriously happy, and feeling bold,
Now that I have You to hold.
I am happy, in any season,
And you are the reason.
I no longer fear the weather,
Every day, sunshine on the heather,
Too bad not every man could have one like You,
I can’t imagine the Happiness that would ensue!
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.
Finding an image to focus on
My mind lifts my soul with song
Simple... my perceptions changing
Negative vibes rearranging....
Yellow daffodils spring to mind
So early a blossom, winter shines~
Sweet and hollow its trumpet appears
Soaking up sunshine as snow disappears
Crisp and bold flawless in scheme
Long winter's magical dream
Blossom Daffodil all around my lawn
Adamantly filling the crisp damp dawn
Boldly obvious blossoms in snow
Complicates winter with her glow
Daffodil arrivs at winters' end
Offering hope to a despairing friend
Summer sings a song that's at an end
Autumns' beauty just around the bend
Wafts of gardens growing in the sun
Once in glory now their bounty done
Heat abates as summer turns to Fall
Now the ghosts and goblins come to call
Crisp bright air and lovely mountain hues
Changing into Winters' silver blues
Families gather 'round to feast and toast
Time to find out who can eat the most
Comes Christmas with the decorated trees
The gifts of love and goodies made to please
Old Man Winter brings snow to most places
And chills the noses of some little faces
As Winter months drag on there's hope for Spring
How sweet it is when birds begin to sing
Spirits soar and buds are poking through
Once again the cycle starts anew
the darkness falls...the winter night
and I'm afraid....my love's not right
you squall around the cabin doors,
you seep through rosin in the floors,
cold ,so cold you have become,
it seems your heart has frozen numb
come thaw the ice that stills your blood
I feel the floe,the mental flood,
of icebergs drifting,arctic bound,
beneath your chilling kiss I found,
slivers hanging from your lips,
icicles of death that grip
and there solidify the clime.....
zero in this soul of mine,
please don't haunt me as before
don't wrap your grief around my core
though true love is as strong as death
I can't survive your icy breath
the darkness falls....the winter night,
and I'm afraid......my love's not right.
Sweet summer days of yesterday I long to see your sun
The tanning skin, the smell of flowers, and all of the beach fun
The winter has made me an enemy of the days that remain cold
In fact the season’s dragging on that it’s just getting old
Through springtime and its new rebirths, I long to witness you
The sunshine of the summer sky and the many things to do
So, summer days of yesterday, t’is my intention to let you know
I count the days to your return, as these winter winds do blow
Just as much as the paper oaks layer
and fall back on shuffling feet
to crisp up the air of the grayest of days
leaving the feeling of winter complete
this is how much I am yearning for you
stringing my nights with burnt fire flies
completing my breathing with thoughts of your own
blown transient and electrified
Wrapping this scarf of desire much tighter
knotting the noose in my stride
Shuffling my feet without purpose or fire
miserable winter inside
Stingy of skin to the chill in the air
Hear you at every turn
Paper oaks wanting a reason to blow
their leaves off this infinite yearn.