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Frosted Panes - re-post

When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea

With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand

And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more

The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green       
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again

You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again 


Written:  Jan 15, 2011

Author:  Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest:  Let's See
4th   Place In - Anything goes contest

In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.

Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova 
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast 
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New 
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on  to 
pick-up and deliver  cargo in the  West Indies. Although my time with him was short, 
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.  



Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011

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Frosted Panes

When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane,
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again;
In that old house, there by the sea, where you wove that tapestry,
With all the glorious memories, of your life upon the sea.

With weathered palm, so deeply etched, with every season past,
You rubbed a porthole in the center, of the frosted glass,
Where outside, in splendour lie, a winter-wonderland,
As halos rose above your head, from a pipe bowl in your hand.

And there upon a rocking chair, as smoke rings filled the air,
We rocked across a sea of dreams, wind tangled in our hair;
To lands I’d never been before, we stepped upon those shores,
And through your eyes I saw each one, and still I wanted more.

The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green,       
As the world outside, held its breath, in a sea of snowy cream;
And when the chill of winter melted, from the windowpane,
The whistling kettle, on the stove, brought us home again.

You held my hand and looked at me, with that twinkle in your eyes,
And told me you would be my Captain, 'til the day I died.
So, when winter paints those frosty ferns, on my windowpane,
I find myself a little girl, up on your lap again. 

Written:  Jan 15, 2011

Author:  Elaine Geroge

In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George (the 3rd').


Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011

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A Christmas Snow

It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one,
Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole.

I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door,
Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands,
Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar,
A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand.

Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon,
Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes,
A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon,
A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take.

Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane,
Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello,
I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane,
This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know.

My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing,
As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air,
More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring,
I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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October Brings No Rest For These

Emerald etchings are given birth 
to bask their lives in summer's sun, 
until brushing brutal winters cheek, 
They cower yellow; brown undone. 
Swirling down onto concrete pyres, 
They somersault to a random grave. 
The earth lays claim to copper corpses 
But the winter wind is a cunning knave. 
It finds and flips the fallen fibers, 
then flings them crisply to the street. 
The failing sheaves of burnt magenta, 
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat. 
Now strewn about with playful malice, 
and denied the resting place they crave, 
for the golden sun is a glint of amber, 
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.

Copyright © Gerard Keogh | Year Posted 2006

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The Dead Of Winter

Here under the cold winter sun,
Beneath the old, lifeless tree,
My winter mourning has begun,
When no one comes to visit me.

Left out here on the edge of town,
Underneath the gray and gloomy sky,
In a lonely cemetery, with not a soul around,
Where every lone wintertime, I cry.

As I lay here, frozen and numb,
Crystal snowflakes are falling down,
The dead of winter has finally come,
Like icy teardrops upon the ground.

The wind howls like a lonely, lost spirit,
Through grass overgrown this December,
And it still hurts me to hear it,
That nobody even came here to remember.

Icicles have formed on the iron gate,
And the days now become dark so soon,
Forever sealing in my forgotten fate,
My only friend is the bright, shining moon.

And so I'll just lie here all alone,
No one will come until the spring,
And while you are staying, warm at home,
No one has left me flowers or anything.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Winter Footprints

I stopped just once to look back..
And saw my tracks across the snow.
Steps upon that pure white blanket,
Wishing I’d found another way to go.

Already though, in gentle downy flakes,
Nature began to fill those intruding marks.
And return the gentle winter splendor
To that serene and lovely woodland park.

The sun was sinking to its rest,
Leaving its sparkle on the forest floor.
I smiled and turned for home again…
My tired heart at peace once more

Inspired by Robert Frost

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009

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Celebration - Winter to Spring

Celebration - Winter to Spring

We celebrate spring equinox
   that day in March, at winter's end,
when spring awakens, resurrects
    with brand new landscape to attend.

Our winter days brought time to rest
   with colder days and pristine snow.
Her barren beauty did present
   that peaceful quiet, subdued glow.

Neath icy ground and bare dry limbs
   our winter was asleep at rest.
But oh, the glory in her womb
   as springtime stirs the winter nest.

Spring season is a magic time;
   from winter's dole new life is born,
and budding leaves on branch and vine
   bring forth new image every morn.

New hope, new promise, spring has come;
   we celebrate this brand new start
with warmer days, green grass, blue sky...
   we feel the rebirth in our heart.

Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: Celebration
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 04/03/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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A Kiss Under the Mistletoe

You saw me from across the room
beside an open door.
Your smile erased all of my gloom
and touched me to the core.

The mistletoe tied in a bow,
your kiss that caused my cheeks to glow!
The mistletoe, the mistletoe,
sweet start of something soon to grow. . .

Then on a most romantic ride
as we sat hand in hand,
you asked me if I'd be your bride
in Winter's Wonderland.

The one-horse sleigh took us away
where snow swirled down, then gleaming lay.
The one-horse sleigh, the one-horse sleigh!
My fondest dream took hold that day.

We snuggle by a crackling fire
here at the winter's end.
No other lover could inspire
me more than my best friend.

The warm fireplace, your angel face
which softly now my fingers trace!
The warm fireplace, the warm fireplace
shows love aglow as we embrace.

*This is actually called a Trijan Refrain, but it's very similar to quatrains.
11/26/13 for Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Kiss Under the Mistletoe Poetry Contest.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Winter Pleasures

The trees are bare, now comes cold air

The breezes howl this night

I’m toasty warm, secured by charm

As we hold each other tight


This winter evening…

As the sun descends…

The moon is smiling…

No love pretends…

It’s all for real, dear…

As we stay inside…

The winter frowns…

While in here, we hide…


Our winter pleasures…

Are year round dreams…

When come the fires…

With snow filled scenes…

We’ll feel the softness…

As our hands embrace…

Reflecting fires, bright…

With red cheeked face…


Winter winds chasing, while love’s erasing

The many sounds we hear

We’re holding so tight, by the fire this night

As our bodies stay so near


Old mister winter…

Turn away from our door…

For we won’t answer…

We won’t give you more…

The room is ignited…

By this fire inside…

On this winter evening…

In here, we’ll hide…

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2010

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Blackberry Winter

Down where the blackberries now bloom
      Blackberry winter is near
Jack Frost comes tonight maybe doom
      With you here there's no fear

'Oar's frost might kill the early plants
       But in dreams they returned
Strong and better for fall's harvest
       Orange pumpkins weren't doomed

Blackberry winter has entered 
       My life left me barren
Devoid of warmth feeling much strifed
       Need again warmth of grandchildren

Holding little one close_ touch softness
       Strange how one misses small
Things like tenderness, acceptableness
        A kiss that comforts squall

Blackberry winter here to stay
        Or  miracle will come
For a miracle  steadily pray
        Baby on knee awesome

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

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A Walk in the Snow

Far from the town and its bustling throng knowing just where to go, Sister and I are walking along a pathway in the snow. Down by the lake and over a fence are hungry ducks and geese. To their clamor we give audience, watching their flock increase. Off comes my muff, for I have brought what they love to be fed. I hold out my hand then as I squat to toss them crumbs of bread. Those ducklings and geese can’t get enough, but new snow fills the sky. My frozen hand goes back in my muff, for no more crumbs have I! For the Let it Snow Contest Based on the first picture: George Dunlop Leslie's Winter Walk

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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First Snowfall

Snow falls softly late one night In the darkness it does bask I dread the job tomorrow Shoveling will be my task Beauty is in the eyes of the viewer I see nothing but giant flakes of work The trees all have snow on this first shower Dreading the day of a job using torque The pathways are snowed over All with a reflective white I want to get to bed soon For I know tomorrow’s plight I’m mesmerized by the beautiful scene Not a thing is without some wondrous snow Even though I sure do dread the next day I will put on a great, wonderful show This time of year affects me Seems to rub off some great cheer I will find a way to smile Though there’s snow up to my rear
Russell Sivey Form Quatrain-1st, 3rd, 5th stanzas have 7 syllables, 2nd, 4th stanzas have 10 syllables

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012

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We Are Complete

Nestled snug under warm covers,
we watch logs burning in the fire.
And a crescendo of flames flares,
whenever bold breezes aspire.

The horizon's edge spills shadows,
as a dying sun sinks from sight.
And embers burst into sparks that
confetti night with specks of light.

Snowflakes blanket the trees in white,
as twigs snap with a crackling sound.
And hands clasped in a soft embrace,
we watch branches bend to the ground.

A shooting star unzips the sky,
knowing nothing else will suffice.
And a magic moon gilds the clouds,
beaming down on crystals of ice.

Twinkling stars sprinkle ebony
with glitter at the sun’s retreat.
And our love is sealed with a kiss,
for together we are complete.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

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A Winter Poem

Flakes fall softly through the night. The moon is big and gold. We are cuddled up in bed, too cozy to be cold. Like the snow, we deeply fall, but into dreamy sleep - unaware how very steep are drifts of snow that creep. Wakened to a vanished street and icicles like blades all hanging sparkling silver, we rush outside with spades! Written Dec. 3, 2016 for Shadow Hamilton's A Winter Poem Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Winter Weather

Winter winds seem angry this morning...
Pulling at the branches, teasing the last leaves
My song is quickly swept away, my voice scatters
The last of the brown meadow grass dances...

The weather is changeable this time of year....
Pink tinged skies quickly spread across the horizon
My step hurries home, I pull my coat closer
Wanting to rest by the fire, and listen to winter.

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011

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Memories On Branches

An old board and a rope had made me a swing,
Sitting there when I was around the age of nine,
I curiously looked up to see the first sign of spring,
Where a robin was building a nest of twigs entwined.

Summer's heat burned my shoulders, so I sought shade,
I climbed up into your strong arms at the age of fourteen,
Along with a book, I relaxed in a solitude no one could invade,
I found myself lost within the pages and the leaves of green.

On a lazy, autumn afternoon, at the age of twenty-three,
I raked the dead leaves that buried my feet into a pile,
Through the orange limbs my black cat peered down at me,
Then leapt from the tree to play among the leaves for awhile.

Now, as I am rapidly approaching the age of thirty-one,
Branches are encased in ice, as winter continues to unfold,
From my window, I see the cardinals and the disappearing sun,
Reminding me that life still survives in the bitter cold.

March, 7th, 2014

Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Memories On Branches"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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A Canadian Winter

A down day I'm having They are certainly rare No real reason Not very happy I declare Just one of those day The approach of the cold Could it be winter Could be I suppose Each year round this time I'm afflicted by this The on come of winter The warmth I will miss I'm aware of the seasons Three are okay The fourth old man winter Wish would just go away Sure must be speaking For most Canucks Maybe a mild winter We'll have with some luck Who am I kidding It's in Canada I reside Mild pertains to cheddar Not the temperature outside © Jack Ellison 2013 Got dumped on last night... about 4 or 5 inches!!!

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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Gracefully she accepts the scepter from the season past
Winter turns her head and with a steady, unhurried pace
Covers the earth with diamonds and her velvet gown
Then happily decorates the barren trees with ivory lace 

In her heart she knows her reign will be a measured thing
In time the scepter will pass again and the bough will green
But now she rules while the land rests and gathers strength
Her time, a biding time, in its vast quietude a sleep serene


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015

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That Christmas Eve

On that Christmas eve I walked out alone
Passing sleeping fields glistening with snow
A lovely pristine carpet unmarked by man
In the midnight sky a mystic moon aglow 

Here the quiet was deep and full of nature's joy
No man made sound , only the night bird's call
The scent of evergreen's on a gentle breeze
I walked until the snow began to gently fall

Reluctantly I turned my feet toward home
The city streets decked with garland and light
To face the madness of Christmas morning
But to recall this, and yes that other, silent night

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

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Winter Woods

Winter wears
a warm white coat,
and wraps a scarf
around her throat.

She knits the trees
lacy white caps,
and carpets with snow,
growing things that nap.

Then in the morning,
when hungry creatures wake,
she fills their bowls
with frosted flakes.

Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014

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Winter Solstice

So long ago, you might recall,
when winter's shroud of dark would fall
each ritual eased the Celtic mind
to mark the sun's reversal trend

When winter's shroud of dark would fall
fresh woven wreaths adorned each door
A yule log burned, and it was clear
with smoke there rose a new frontier

Each ritual eased the Celtic mind
with many ways to celebrate
Pagans danced with woven crowns
Sun's ebbing presence dwindled down

To mark the sun's reversal trend
folks pressed red apples to the core
Then drank it spiced, to offer toasts
which we have done, forevermore


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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Canadian Winter Brrr

Winter's here, I'll be cold for months Each year it's the same old thing The cold never used to bother me much Can't wait till that first day of Spring Guess it's age that's made the difference Our law says I must love the snow Canadian, that's why, but I've had too many Want the weather gods to know Oh yes it was great when I was a toddler Those days are long gone I'm afraid Curl up under a blanket in November Till the robins once again invade Might even lose my Canadian citizenship If no one alerts them I'll be safe So please dear friends, keep it to yourself Or I'll writing from a prison base <3 <3 <3 © Jack Ellison 2013

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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Here Comes The Sun

It's been dull and dreary for months on end.
The chill of winter is lingering long,
Invading my bones and disturbing my mind.
How I wish this season would hurry along.

Waking this morning I glanced out my window,
Expecting more snow, more clouds, more gray.
But to my surprise and immense delight,
Golden sunlight is in full display!

Here comes the sun in all of its glory,
To warm up the earth and begin its rebirth.
The ice will soon melt and nature awaken,
With colorful flora sprouting up from the earth.

Here comes the sun, see it rise in the east,
Feel its warmth on your face at midday.
Winter's sojourn is coming to an end.
Hallelujah! Spring is on the way.

Kim Merryman
For Heather Ober's Beatlemania contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013

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Seasons in Love - Winter

Seasons in Love – Winter
Canned and conserved memories are the only sustenance
Left to feed on with a blank stare and a stern countenance
Branches intertwined in life shall remain so in death
Suppleness, vitality gone, life`s reduced to taking breath

The oxygen now feeds the flames of merciful destruction
Dry branches impatiently long for the final deconstruction
But stubborn roots grow as deep as the tree is high
Detachment, like growth, will happen gradually, by and by

Living skeletons testify to loss and the inevitable end
They stand sinister but graceful and a final message they send:
Life and love are endowed with meaning by virtue of death 
Hold dear and treasure these gifts considering the final breath 

Copyright © laszlo kecsedi | Year Posted 2013

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by Sue K Green

Pretty are the snowflakes
As I watch them fall
Covering up the landscape
Pretty scene for all

I like to watch the snowflakes
They put on quite a show
As they flit and scatter
Everywhere they go

So many are the snowflakes
Falling down on me
I wouldn’t now start counting
A daunting task that be

Cold are the snowflakes
As too is the air
Hat, coat, and gloves now
A must for me to wear

White now are the snowflakes
Covering the ground
Careful not to slip now
Ice too is all around.

Streetlights on the snowflakes
Make for a pleasing glow
I watch now out my window
At still falling snow.

Copyright © Sue k Green | Year Posted 2014

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The Migration

A peculiar sight at the river mouth, A flock of birds flying to the south, It kind of caught me way off guard, As I headed to work in my car. A thick white frost adorned the grass, As my fowl friends flew on past, I wandered if they planned to nest, Muttering thoughts upon frosty breath. We continued toward the ice blue sky, 'Till I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Bulging storm clouds behind the hills, With more toward the sea further still. My feathered friends proved quite wise. Settling for freezing cold but dry, With a howling storm in their backs, You're better off worse than being in that. (C) 2016 PJ Bayliss

Copyright © PJ Bayliss | Year Posted 2016

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The tree stood stark and lonely,
All naked in the cold.
Her branches bare, her lovely leaves,
The breath of Winter stole.

In spite of all she stood yet proud,
Her branches raised to Heaven,
A silent prayer in her heart,
For Winter's sleep to lessen,

The pain she felt amid the cold,
The biting wind so cruel,
And please let not some human come,
And use her wood for fuel.

Then the winter queen looked down,
On Tree with sympathy,
And gave to her a lovely gown,
Of snow in symmetry.

Now the tree stands all adorned,
In glowing winter grandeur,
And all who see her stand in awe,
Of Tree in Winter's splendor.

Thanks to Phyllis Babcock for her poem "TREE" which inspired this one.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2012

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Snowflakes Floating

Snowflakes floating from the sky twirling, then settling down, they're in a race with each other to see which one first, hits the ground. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Feb.13/2013 It's starting to snow and this is a little something, I just came up with.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

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Winter Funeral

Stepping on shuttered dreams
Feet bleeding wishes of travel
Disable soul mails postcards
To a corner called " Empty Apartment"

Still nature on the thirteenth floor
Mom's glasses left behind and a cup full of tears
A phone ringing obsessively
The door permanently unlocked… 

Jetlag freezes childhood memories
Dirt squishes mortality between my toes
Ravens on cracked limbs distract me
A shovel full releases a white cloud 

I jump on ready made steps in snow
Hungry children of the graves follow me
I stop, they stop, I feel, they feel - so lonely
Playing the game of “Orphaned Roulette”...

for Matt's Contest "Empty Apartment"

Copyright © iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010

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Coldest Winter

The Weather People say it surely has been A couple of cold and snowy winter months I'm not at all pleased with this revelation Long for the days it was once Used to wonder if we'd have a green Christmas Well there sure was no question this year Would've been a miracle if it turned out green We had snowbanks up to our ears Lived in Canada since the day I was born Should be used to weather up here It's something we actually never get used to More than once I've frozen my ears Why me? Why wasn't I born down in Jamaica Walk around in shorts all day Dream on my friend, think of this Could've lived near Hudson's Bay © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014