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?
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
A sonnet I will write with you today
Inspired by the beauty that I see
Beyond this pane of glass where snowflakes play
Beyond this pane where raindrops used to be
The creek behind the house has turned to white
How silently she rests upon this morn
Her muddy depths completely out of sight
Beneath a face where ice begins to form
The trees once leafy raise their barren limbs
Where now those scarlet feathers can be seen
A Cardinal in flight upon a whim
Upon a winter morning so serene
Beyond this window pane from which I gaze
And stare in wonder...at this world... amazed
A blue jay breaks the silence with his trill
That sends those scarlet feathers to the air
Across the creek they fly to yonder hill
Where combines of the windmills creak...beware
The sun begins to rise up from the east
Exposing all the diamonds in the snow
Abreast the oak and maple leaves deceased
The frosty face of winter all aglow
With gratifying java on my lips
With a big coffee cup held in my hand
I tap my table top with fingertips
While humming Crosby's Winter Wonder Land
Beyond this window pane from which I gaze
I stare in wonder ...at this world...amazed
Written: Dec. 10Th, 2016
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2016
How cold it was that one December day.
We’d put on boots and walked into the wood,
but in new-fallen snow, we lost our way.
As dusk began to creep, we understood
our peril, and our hearts were filled with dread!
Then something strange! Above a bank of snow
appeared a cardinal, bright cherry red!
As if the bird could tell us where to go,
we followed it, and to our great surprise,
we found a bench. Quite unbelievably,
on top of it we saw before our eyes
two mugs beside a red pot of hot tea.
Warmed by the drink, we kept hope in our sight.
The red bird led us home by fall of night!
Dec. 27, 2016
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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
Oregon’s, wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bogs
Fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
Where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn
Drawn wandering above the sea of fog
Black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn fawns
Where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves
Rustle sounds while they graze off open paths
Wander under the full moon of predawn
Sea of umbrellas on rainy season
Fireplace frames warm sputtering ember flames
Snow cold, in fella’s embrace with no shame
Turning me into shades of pink crimson
Savoring the earth's nurturing labor
Giving my heart to the verdant nature
My home for 36 years
Copyright © Eve Roper | 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
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
As autumn breezes bluster, leaves descend
Parading nature's pageantry of hues
The ceremony is the season's cue
To summon Jack Frost and his chilly friends
Jack signals for the snow flakes to begin
While he ice skates on frozen crystal streams
The moon enhances nightly with moonbeams
Fall colors gone, now winter's white transcends
Wrapped in her blankets, Mother Nature sleeps
One autumn leaves the other downy snow
She's dormant in her springtime reverie
And all the while the snow is drifting deep
As winter rages on and blizzards blow
Those autumn breezes turned to Northerlies.
an original poem by Daniel Turner
NOT FOR CONTEST
words to use: Flakes, Jack Frost, skating
snow, crystals, blizzard
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
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, adds its flow.
In time, it runs full course, and this we know.
Long, Gray Winter
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | 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
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
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
SONNET – WINTER DUSK
The scenes of beauty and serenity
of snow covered fields of peaceful pureness,
falling dusk transpiring tranquility
with the light of day merging with darkness.
Nature showed it’s calmness to uncover,
to create and inspire one more bolder,
to seek ambitiously to discover
nature’s wish, haven for its beholder.
Winter showed nature's beauty to bestow,
the grey-blue hue of dusk, fields of white gold,
the forests and the trees covered in snow,
a white harness to protect from the cold.
For a young heart winter meant purity
to have fathomed winter's sincerity.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015
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
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 rising at the cockcrow -
her slumber over, her avail 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
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
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
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
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
In honor of Brian Strand's contest...
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Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
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
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
(A Slant-rhyme Sonnet)
As autumn treads across our piebald patch,
she drops her frost to shelter, soft as wool,
but brilliant blossoms curl in moonlight watch
and shrink beneath the snap of hoarfrost cool.
Then every critter lodged inside the farm
begins to hide a hoard of winter chow,
use nature’s fabric fluff to cradle warm
and stash in cache beneath the muted show.
Persimmon limbs are bowed with orange loot
which deer desire if hunger leaves them poor.
The frost has signaled time as under foot
true sweetness swells at autumn’s open door.
I rush before the deer, with knife in hand
to read the seed as weather forecast wand.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
Those that must have fled the alien shore
or sought respite at home, secure
in knowledge that when the time is right
they will resume their never-ending fight
The piccturesque masks danger deep within,
ice covered pools with surfaces too thin
to bear the weight of unsuspecting feet,
a thin white line where sky and landfall.
And yet, hope springs eternal year by year -
a Christmas rose, all white, will oft' appear
to contrast with the red of robin's breast,
both with with the strength to fight the Winters' test.
Against the harshest elements to stand
another year, just as nature planned.
Copyright © Mike Roberts | Year Posted 2013