I walk through the glistening virgin snow
That covers the sorrow of autumn’s death
Where I find on a bush a frozen rose
Its beauty held ageless in winter’s breath
How I long to touch those petals again
Those moist velvet lips that promise such bliss
Opened in passion whispering my name
As I drift in dreams of a breathless kiss
Oh! To pluck this rose from the winter snow
And hold it closely to my aching heart
And free it from that ice so bitter cold
That now my love keeps you and me apart
But if I were to pluck this winter rose
Would all its petals fall upon the snow?
Author: Elaine George
Written: January 15, 2010
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2010
At the window, palms under my chin,
such beauty I see, out the frosted pane,
I was mesmerized, it showed in my grin,
so picture perfect, the snow covered lane.
My daydream was dashed, Mom called from the door,
"time to brave the cold and clear the sidewalk,"
grabbed my winter coat and boots from the floor,
I hate this chore, but knew not to back-talk.
"Don't slip on the ice, watch out for the plow,"
I hear, as orange shovel meets concrete,
shouldn't the county have this done by now?,
this takes all day, with snow piled up in feet.
Why freeze for allowance, I'll never know,
yet, I still find myself shoveling snow.
November 18th, 2014
Sara Kendrick's contest - "Jobs"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
November was not all that bad. We had
Thanksgiving feasts and very little snow.
The Yuletide season came. Since it was glad,
I felt so sad to see December go.
But January so far we have seen
cars sliding off the roads and freezing cold.
Blue skies I need and white replaced by green
and sunshine spilling onto fields like gold.
But Winter still persists. Up and about,
he's freezing pipes, car engines and my toes!
That old cold man has worn his welcome out.
And next month's Valentines? Well, who needs those?
It's Goddess Spring that I am waiting on.
Why hang around, old Winter? Just begone!
Written 1/19/13 For the Winter Begone Poetry Contest
of Francine Roberts
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Early Winter Farm Chores
Shall I muse at midnight on the morning sun
now hiding very far beyond the pale.
Dread farmyard chores needing to be done
as morn sun rises over hill and dale.
Warm in bed, staying would be a disgrace
when winter marches in far too soon.
Tarry late and hot glowing embers embrace
to rise late only in a lazy afternoon!
Or instead jump from this warm , soft bed
racing on out when red rooster crows.
Quickly getting pigs and chickens well fed
all long before the cold winter snows!
Up early before morning's sweet sunlight.
Another farming day, another long fight.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-01-2015
Note-- Edited an older poem from back in the 80's.
Shortened into a sonnet..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
gossamer snow flakes float in the moonlight
blue glaze of frozen lakes, silvery sight
that old scamp Jack frost nipping at your nose
sitting by the fireside warming your toes
beautiful blanket of new fallen snow
sleigh rides in sweet moonlight ever so slow
crystal like icicles, Tiffany grace
silent nights cold wraps you in it’s embrace
get real, snows wet and offers cold chills
buy cloths to keep warm, pay high heating bills
salt rusts out your car, you can’t drive on ice
jack frost is frost bite, snow blind is not nice
Florida beaches, sun bathing preferred
so to each his own, I’ll stay a snow bird
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2014
The snowflakes gently fall
on gardens dull and grey.
White blanket spread today
the gusty winds bring squall.
With snowmen built so tall
young children love to play!
Cold winter chills are felt.
Of summer days we dream
beside a sprightly stream.
The icy snow will melt
then nature’s charms are dealt
and jeweled flowers gleam.
To everyone’s delight
our world’s no longer white.
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
The treetops quivered as the cold wind howl’d,
the snowflakes forming a blanket of white.
The winter birds shivered, the branches bow’d,
nature’s force in the darkness of the night.
Fierce was the northern winter, pure white snow
covered the fields and the hills, and the lakes.
In the horizon the northern lights glow,
night turns into dawn and the morn awakes.
Nature’s wrath calms with new life emerging,
accepting in it’s nurture a newborn,
return‘d to the world, a new life searching,
for a place, a time, beauty to adorn.
It is a miracle of life immense,
to start a journey with pure innocence.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015
Cold Death Savages, So Spring's Life Will Grow
The hills, valleys and flowers are fast asleep
where the river flows winding.
Chills come, furry critters are burrowing deep
cold hardships most are finding.
Old man Winter awaits its rapidly emerging cues
trees shudder in their roots.
Cold comes ravaging to create sweet Spring news
as man puts on deep snow boots.
Rivers freeze and no longer feed the blue seas
some ache hard in the waiting.
All year long honey stored up by the honey bees
tis' wisdom in such anticipating.
The hills, valleys and flowers buried in snow.
Cold death savages, so Spring's life will grow.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-06-2015
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
Against That Pale And Ashen Cold Gray Sky
Dark colors of oak branches spreading high,
beds of Autumn's fallen leaves are resting.
Against that pale and ashen cold gray sky,
Nature is contemplating and testing.
Winter waits its rebirth in sweet repose,
Passing days yield to time's eternal ways;
Clouds cast forth water from heavenly hose
Soaking high forested hills, filling its bays.
Man and beast alike face Nature's splurges-
Instinctively both yield to its power,
While embracing primitive deep urges,
Race for safe cover in which to cower.
Tall oaks grace this fantastic and harsh view
Nature moves forward collecting its due!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 95
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
The Winds That Blustering Blow
The winds that blustering blow
Leave silence by the way;
Far-off cascades of crystal snow
Have burning things to say.
The music of one memory
Stills all the battle-storm,
And in the bitter winter woods
The gray deer nestles warm.
In this Nature's wooded maze
serenity holds gentle sway;
Winter gales leave icy glaze
were woods meet lakeside bay.
As cold winds creatively blow,
Nature puts on yet another show.
Robert J. Lindley, 3- 08-2016
Sonnet mixed syllable count, not in ten syllables.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
I can feel it in my nose,
I can feel it in my fingers,
I can feel it in my toes,
My certain end currently lingers.
I've lost my will to fight,
Bitter cold despite my blanket.
Maybe because the covers white,
Not sure how much longer i can take it.
Lost and forgotten,
No idea were I lay.
A rock in place of cotton,
Snow in place of hay.
I look to the Flurry
Contemplating its power.
My mind fills with fury,
On my final hour.
When I try to move all I do is cry,
For when lost in winter your only option is die.
Copyright © Jacob Smith | Year Posted 2014
I used to like you I thought we were close
now I wish you would go away
you brought another storm today
and dumped upon us another dose
Oh great big lady what have we done
to deserve this misery for this long
we wish your winds would be warm and strong
and melt this mess you have spun
No no no what did you bring
The snow is too deep
we are about to weep
please Mother Nature bring on Spring
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014
When winter comes there's wind, rain, bitter cold
There's white everywhere from frost, ice, and snow
Bare tree limbs are tossed by strong winds that blowww
Close to the hearth tales of yore oft are told
'Twas not so in the spring when all is fresh_ new
When love is on the wing; trees' young leaves green
All is simple at those times of sixteen
So much so now that life is in review
Then summer came crops were ripe for harvest
Young limas were gathered by the bushel
The corn's tassels were now filled with full ears
Then ends that part of life a busy quest
Fall's panty filled now; plans made for bethel
Winter by the fire remembering years
First attempt at Italian Sonnet
Favored by Emily Dickinson
Contest:A Sonnet In The Wind
Written: September 13-14, 2013
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
The thicket moves, my aim must not waver;
with strengthened arms I bend my bow of yew:
My eyes pierce the brush, intent to savor
the sights of a good hunt, an arrow true.
The bracken parts, rattling, empty sighs;
My draw fingers quake from the constant chill.
My quarries' breath floats to the clouded sky,
my own breath muffled as I track my kill.
Overhead, an arrow in deadly arc
speeds toward the bear I'm seeking, still as stone;
A shadow moves, the arrow strikes its mark.
The hand that loosed the shaft was not my own.
I am a man shadowed; death comes knocking:
The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014
Pelting glass, coming down;
how it thickens, on the ground.
On the window pane; tap…tap;
larger ice, now, it will rap.
The misery of a sleeting storm;
brings misery and forlorn.
Two inches of ice, is not so nice;
I dread what we will get tonight.
On top of that, there’ll be more snow,
I dread to go out there and blow.
The snow piles high, upon the ice;
one snow blower will not suffice.
But, I’ll make do; with one machine;
Still, there’ll be that icy sheen!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
(Blank Verse Sonnet)
We traded fields of cotton bolls for snows
so deep they swallowed house and car alike,
so cold a breath transformed to crystal ice,
so strong the air became as still as death.
A fur-lined boot or glove spared flimsy guard
as fingers, toes and nose began to pulse
in pain and foster hope to somehow dodge
or ease the winter's all-consuming freeze.
Yet skin and pores recalled a choking sun
and days of sweat beneath its cutthroat burn
through cotton rows, its never-ending bite
of white-hot scorch and physical malaise.
Northern peaks and speckled river trout
defeated weather’s aim to drive us south.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
November is a month of frost and cold,
reminding us that winter's grip benumbs.
With slate-gray skies, and winds both harsh and bold,
she casts her spell on us as fall succumbs.
The long bleak curve of winter days is here.
Each day we greet the sun's receding pyre.
When snow and blowing gale become severe,
we long to feel a hearth's warm, burning fire.
And though, each frosty night is dark and long,
our thoughts are staid on spring, both green and fair.
Endure this dormant season with the throng.
Await idyllic days both warm and rare.
Each winter, as a season, has a flow.
In time, it runs its course, and this we know.
Long, Gray Winter
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
seasons is the relationship.
changes a lot.
SUMMER tells us the value of FRIENDS.
WINTER tells us the caring of FRIENDS.
SPRING is about the quarrel with the FRIENDS.
AUTUMN tells about the LONELINESS.
THUNDER occurs when you fight with me.
LIGHTING occurs when.,
i miss my LOVED ONE.
RAIN occurs when.,
i spend time with my LOVELY ONE.
BREEZE occurs when you give a SMILE after a CRY.
that's the life,
which i spend with my DEAR ONE.
Copyright © lavanya ramamurthi | Year Posted 2014
The trees stretch silver branches
In the late December sun ,
The robin perched there watches
As we offer him our crumbs.
The elegance of shapes laid bare
Forgives the winter cold.
And side cast sun rays clearly
Touch the embers of my soul.
Too soon the quarter moon will rise
To send the sun away.
So let us all wipe clean our eyes
To see what Winter says.
For all the while the world rotates,
Regardless of our fate.
Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2013
The caramel leaves seem to fall from sky
In waves, as zephyr sings through chimes and eaves
Its song that whispers a fall lullaby
As a gentle rustling wind through autumn leaves
September a time to slow down, be still
Slowly now we have less light_ more dark
A drawing to home and hearth seems our will
Beckoning to fill with bounty our hearts
Caramel sauce for those crisp apples near
The heat of summer is in distant past
None of that snow of winter yet to fear
Watering chores of summer now are past
All things for coming winter out in place
Now one can slow to a snail's simple pace
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Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
The wind of winter shan't forgive tonight
It bellows at the icy windows bare
The bower leans and twists in such a fright
That not a creature shall take shelter there
The rustling of spring has turned away
Her love withdrawn from each forgotten glen
They toil in their rows of brown and gray
And whimper for her gentle touch again
See now a gentle glow upon the frost
Convince the evening star to light the day
The hope of every field shall not be lost
There will be life where there was once decay
A season is a virtue of the year
All that was far away at once is near
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013
Snowy Winter Nights
When fall departs and winter's on its way,
our minds are set to face a colder clime;
the days get shorter, evenings quickly gray,
and winter storms will visit us in time.
Inside, from warm, embracing beds at night,
we watch the snow drift down past silvery moon.
Such tranquil scene outside glows in her light
where satin banks of snow and sky commune.
Protected, safe from winter's icy blow,
as gusty winds make snowflakes swirl and fall,
we'll drift to sleep lulled softly by moon glow
and swaying tree limb shadows on the wall.
How lovely are these winter late night scenes
that feed our sleep to make for peaceful dreams.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Write Me A Winter Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
A year has passed but not July's shiver,
the bed is warm and in the air a chill,
yet 'tis not the cold that makes me quiver
but the eros of our winter idyll.
She is up and doing at the cockcrow -
her slumber over, her sweet hold begun.
She comes to me parting her wet furrow...
and I am inside the Gates of Eden!
That matrix of life and morning glories,
that corona in its ring at gloaming,
and brightest of all celestial bodies
my eyes desiring and my lips roaming.
All else forsaking at dawn's early light
I lay smitten in the thrill of her sight.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
Her laugh swings back and forth
Like a feather in a winter day.
A wind blow coming from north
Brings back cold from faraway,
Her smile blooms like a snowdrop,
Too soon for a snow storm.
The tiller will reap the first crop,
The last swan still unborn.
When will the roses wither?
A waterfall ends in the hill,
sparrows bathing hither,
A wheel spinning on the mill.
Her petals veiling the ground
Will silence spring’s sound.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2015
Brainwaves, restless energy, lighting up the stadium. Munching
pistachio nuts, hedging my bets on the home team. Cold skin,
transmitting neural code back to ground zero, to be filed under
January. The smallest planet in my galaxy, cold, dark and lifeless.
The quiet circle of eyes, dried out eyes. Pushed and pulled,
a circumference of asteroids, charged by the kinetic
energy of their own protons, neutrons, electrons. Randomly
pairing off and splitting up in slow, January winter night cold motion.
The music plays again, a familiar battle hymn. Like a stoked fire,
the asteroids perk up under orders from ground zero. Dancing,
shouting into space, an aching proxy for the human race. Degrading
sound waves and a return to the numbing stasis of cold faces.
The spectacle finally grinds to an end, the stadium lights power down,
the frozen galaxy deflates in another unpaid tribute to the home team.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2013
Reluctant tranquility fills the air
Dismissing expectations with her smile
With frozen wishes melting everywhere
She paints the earth in her artistic style
Dreams, dripping slowly from shivering trees
Transparent presents, covering the ground
Leftover kisses now lost to the breeze
Green taking over where white was once found
But tranquility's brush runs out of paint
As her masterpiece starts fading away
Blackberry winter will cause her to faint
While leaving her empty, filled with dismay
Tranquility's brush was made to admire
She'll paint again when blooms kiss the brier
Note:In South & Midland North America,
is referred to as a period of cold weather as low as -6 °C (20 °F)
in late spring when the blackberries are in bloom.
This is generally in the month of May and is known to
last approximately up to 14 days.
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2012
A flower grows from beneath a blanket
Of fine and purest white
It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
For heat and for the light
My love for you grows stronger still,
Despite the surrounding cold
My heart is yours, bartered gone
For yours has it been sold
Its petals shine from morning dew
Its stem grows stiff and strong
It stands strong through the freezing cold
It stands the winter long
I long for you, for your soft touch
I miss the way you smile
The longer that we stay apart
The longer every mile
The flower stretches through the snow
It reaches toward the sun
And now without you the color is gone
The flower's petals, dun
But as we talk, and as we learn
The flower comes back to life
The snow now melts and goes away
As you take away my strife
Spring is here and growth abounds
As you and I are one
We are together, we are in love
The snow for now is done
I see the future, in dreams I have
Of our life, long and true
I see the times where all I need
Are comforting words from you
I see the times when winter comes
As winter tends to do
But we still love, and we still live
And I do still love you
And so we live, with children ours
And a life of much to see
With love we live, to live we love
Happy together are we
I see the flower, older now,
But still strong with fresh new leaves
I see it growing, tall and strong
Reaching to the eaves
We are now old, as years have passed
But old together are we
And strong our love still today
As strong as it can be
Copyright © Roy Keith | Year Posted 2012
In winter, rails of the fence are heavy
Snow covers them, just as white as can be
Beauty lands in the landscape, on the trees
It’s white too, lovely, pretty as you please
Snow reflects all colors making it white
Leaving light that is courageously bright
Each snowflake is different, quite unique
Leaving the air brilliant, full of mystique
A stream, still moving along, has some ice
Very cold and frigid, had to look twice
Air has quite a bite to it, a crisp feel
The land is all frozen, the cold is real
Whole scene brings about natural appeal
Snow is like a solid wonderland zeal
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
The soft Winter snow covers the cold ground,
And grants the eyes a quiet wishful dream.
A footprint's crunch is the only sound.
All are enveloped with a fantasy scene.
Its frozen water forms Nature's dress.
An elegant design to softly float.
To reflect a soft light, to luminesce,
And cover the ground with its whitest coat.
Yes, Winter has come with its wind chilled air,
To cover the death of Autumn's leaves.
To bring reverence to life unaware,
Comfort Nature as she silently grieves.
The cathedral Winter asks life to cling.
To find its beauty pure, awaiting Spring
Contest ..Write me a Winter poem
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
COLD NIGHTS IN PARIS
There's never been another dark on earth
quite like the dark of Paris under snow
where love, it comes and goes, for what it's worth
and no demands are made, when time to go;
where lovers slip into the hiding night
oblivious to cold or freezing rain,
anticipating love, that surely might
warm up their lives so they forget their pain.
Their love's a little warmer, from the cold
it makes two hearts to join and keep a beat
and warms the lives of both the young and old
who find their love with-in their body heat.
Though easy comes the love--they hold it dear,
without it cold is something they would fear.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016