Here I lie in the solace of my bed
Wrapped up in these sheets of grey
Looking out past the frosted glass
Out into the pitch dark of night
Oh the white puffs falling down
Little cotton balls so fluffy
Blanketing the barren ground
Brightening up the darkened night
Remembering our time together
those little snow ball fights
you putting snow down my back
you're first snow angel
How I want those days back
Here I lie in the solace of my bed
Still be mine
I know it feels right
Only time will tell
if you'll be my snow angel
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014
feel the mountains shake
deep snow moans of pleasure rise
freestyling in love
Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2014
headlong into clouds
babe dug tunnels in the snow
smiling from heaven
……a day like today….. sun reflecting off the icy snow, about 5-below-zero….my animal best
friend (Golden Retriever) “Babe Ruth” thought he was in heaven on earth!....now he’s in
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2010
snowflakes kiss our cheeks
winter blanket keeps us warm
hearts melt together
Get Romantic – Andrea Dietrich
Traditional Haiku 5,7,5
Checked with How Many Syllables
~awarded 4th place~
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December—
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect
With luscious long coal black curly hair far down on her back
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with beaming
Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of polar bear skins
With a glossy coat sprinkled with pearls and diamonds . . . .
Out of the woods she comes so quiet in the night’s fresh snow
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with angelic guard
The secret is that beautiful Carolina talks the animals’ languages
The birds they play in all its splendor fine without sorrows
They fly while Carolina keeps watch carefully on the horizon
Falling snow now dazzling Christmas in a ball circle most brilliant
While there is a frozen frosted sprinkling silver in the mist shining sun
Oh so!! Wonderful to behold as the Spirit of Christmas comes alive . . . .
The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud
And the all the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his red nose so beautiful and oh so bright—
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children just like sweetly wishing little voices wonderful in dreams
With those singing, tunes a dancing light appears so wondrous
While planes from all over the world begin landing with cargo
And one each day with loads of letters from good little children
And Santa Claus begins calling the elfin troops into action while
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work as they are much tougher
But the old fighting Irish in them showing their softer side all the
While with a drop of the old fiery dew to keep them warm smiling
Like the very wee little Devil in them - mischievous and all . . . .
They do all the heavy work for the elves as they have more of a spring
In their step while almost bouncing on the tip of the their toes like
Little jumping springs so full of boundless wonder and energy and
Then day after day the letters keep arriving and landing at the North Pole
And they begin working like mad and very busily in the North Pole factory
While Santa checks the letters of all boys and girls through a secret window
And when he shakes it he sees through the mist in a glass bubble of the
Christmas treats while hurriedly calling together all of his Reindeer . . . .
The sound of hooves on the snow saddles up the sleigh he is very slim
To start off while all his helpers are loading up and he flicks the reins
And the bells start ringing and - in a flash of magic dust in spirit sings of
The ground waving he bade Mrs. Claus a very fond and loving farewell
And off he goes in a flash of light Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! echoing in the distance
Each chimney sliding down he eats the food throwing some to the Reindeer
Treats left after the night's over he feels so fat eating so much he heads back
Home to the North Pole while smiling so content at the children’s happiness
And ringing in his ears filled with golden smiles and wishing everyone a very
Merry Christmas he falls asleep after Mrs. Claus makes him a hot chocolate
Really tired but easing his weary bones year after year he loves his job very
Much so and all of the sheer delight that his efforts and those of Mrs. Clau
And his elfin helpers and the joy and fun of the Reindeer bring to all children
On this Earth!!
Merry Christmas to All!!
Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
I put my head on my pillow and soon see you,
Walking in the falling snow all alone, my darling;
Oh- is that our honeymoon cabin that I see,
Where we shared such love and kisses endlessly.
When I fell in love with you, it was forever,
Sweet the memory of us walking hand in hand;
The gentle snow falling was whispering our love,
When I gave you my heart, it was completely.
Just like you darling, I too am lost in the snow,
I walk a snowy winding path to your tomb;
The falling snow kissing my raven hair and tears,
And I place a red rose and touch your name.
When I fell in love with you, it was forever,
I will never give my heart to another, darling;
Wait for me at Heaven's gate- I will be there soon,
When I gave you my heart, it was completely.
May 23, 2016
Inspiration: When I Fall In Love, by Rick Astley
For the contest, Grens Evergreens (Golden Oldies) #3
sponsor, Teppo Gren
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016
Clinging unto hope
shining ever virgin white
There shines a beacon
sky alive with virgin snow
Feeling its abandonment
The skies dawn now grey
tiny diamonds do fall
A swan breaks water
the stillness it now is gone
truth behind crystal liquid
virgin snow is now falling
Spilling out snowflakes
Diamonds fall heaven's grace
Snowflakes little drops of Faith
Softly they do fall
On earth they crunch beneath feet
Rainbow's colours shining bright
They shine with heaven's own light
Dreams of love do shine
Kisses fall like drops of snow
Love is virgin white
Covers heart with warmest glow
Love unlike snow never fades
A Collaboration by,
Michael P Clarke.
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
wind snow – hard, cold, deep
creaking trees, sagging power lines
sheets warm next to you
Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2014
A Diamond's Remnants
beneath a full moon
their kiss in winter’s first snow. . .
her soft eyes glowing
her delighted gasp
as he opens the ring case. . .
the night sky sparkles
the months since she died
he wakes sometimes to dreams of
diamonds in her eyes
in dementia’s fog
the snow, the sky and her eyes. . .
a diamond's remnants
Written 12/28/13 by Andrea Dietrich
(I am using the title Diamonds in the Snow to fulfill a rule of the contest,
but the real title would be A Diamond's Remnants)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Oh darling you have become an angel sweetheart blossoming regal crowns
one flake unique floating into dreams so beautiful they sing only you
Pure petal wings flutter dressed in the color of snow purest kiss of beauty
They dance particles ice inside warm love melts shining into the purest thoughts
A faraway star winking in the night sky neon grasps breathless
Confetti crystals falling sprinkles gently laying a carpet upon the ground
Whom embraces the outer body sweetly enchants I open four chambers
holding all keys out applauding flutters skipping echo pops each beat
My queen warmly holds hands with the soul grace of a thousand swans in flight
Once bitten twice shy one kiss from you smitten I would say smiling overjoyed
I will always smile in loves amazing grace in soft gentle tenderness the joy it brings
Wishing that one was holding you right now footsteps in deep sand begins touching
Wow mirror, mirror what a dream baby who blew one out off this world spinning
you're so beautiful smiling these eyes dazzling mirror reflections blinding
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
Each reel of snowflake leaves behind,
fine traces of her glowing days,
a melancholy cast of mind,
while color sets the world ablaze.
Where flies a gold and opal whirl,
as the moon's lulling course disbands,
and chilly winds of winter swirl,
the hardened heart against it stands.
And yet this night contrives to hold
a promise, tinged with freshening air.
As droplets wing the crisping cold,
a glinting gem lies hidden there.
For with this frosty change, at last,
a love remains in snowdrop's glow,
whose mist will counter tattered past,
to flutter down like feathered snow.
For Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
Anne Murray did have quite the flurry, voice as a brook without crooks
Canadian born, songs of forlorn, beautiful vibes, I subscribed
Such singing as a bird, the world has never heard, she splurged
“O Little Snow Bird”, in the words I heard, calming of Vietnam
O spread your wings and fly away, words of God’s love I heard
Mind level love, forever untrue, so what’s new, `Tis festering spew
O but little snow bird, an alpine of cleansing snow, God’s Love
Spread your wings that brings, renewing, from festered spewing
Providing for me a way to go, by a cleansing snow
Innocence, a purity, of life’s promising security
Some leaders said only fate, this atrocity of hate
Maimed, lamed and defamed they came, to claim their bitter fame
State side they now abide, holding inside, Our leaders lied
Leaving the lamb of their souls in Nam, for uncle Sam
Atrocities, of hate, never abate, mind’s sickening fate
The Vietnam of late, laid at the mind’s creation of hell’s gate
O beauty of little snow birds, spread your wings, fly back this way
Cleans again, the glean of mind’s sin called fate, lain at heart’s gate
Like an alpine of purity, Love from Anne’s heart was sung
Maybe only to ease her own pain, but her timing was plain
The answer is blowing in the wings, of even a little snow bird
The such of which the mind of itself has never learn or heard
All humanity will not learn, but precious few will return
By their trust in Love, the snow white Dove, spewed forth from above
Anne Murray sang away I know, some of my own heart’s pain
Honoring all Vietnam veterans, be you not in fretters
From your hearts of security your love is your surety
Let your Alpine of pure snow bird, be Love’s word you’ve heard
Dane I am sure you’ve at least heard this song that this poem is about.
It somehow caused me to think of you, as I was writing it. Therefore
I dedicate it to you and all veterans for your service to our country.
Sincerely, Love, Moses
Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2009
Heart's memory of sun grows fainter,
What now? Darkness?
Perhaps! This very night unfolds
-- Anna Akhmatova
I remember the summer
of yesterdays, folded neatly
like little leaves just waking up to life.
Ours were colored, all the days
hanging together on one twig,
glistening amidst the morning dew
like love's own eyes waking
beneath the passion of dawn.
The redness, so we thought,
could never fade to colder days,
nor leave us chafed from winter's wind.
We were the only breath of air
shared within the expansion of dreams.
We never dreamt of sunset skies,
yet, we watch it now, fading slowly
across the horizon of night's rise,
questioning eye's own darkness,
wondering, what does the truth behold?
poet destroyer's any poem contest
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2012
A snowflake always spells unique in words
Frozen songs from heaven
Melting into the heart
Stunning winter kisses warm
My passion is deep,rooted
flowing through the heart
Rolling out a carpet of divine purity
What better way to rest easy
Soft white footprints remain
In the snow you’ve made
Where an angel dances
In a vision of beauty
Warmly upon the breath
Floating on the wave of love
Silver dancing ice breaks
This soul can now reach Heaven
I melt into your snowflake
A winter rose is born
Blown forever silken sparkles kiss
Into one beauty of a starlight vision
On me so deeply inside purity and happiness blooms
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
Affection's eyes beseech one glimpse of thee,
To dream upon at midnight's slumbering
Forbid, O' God, as woeful absence grows
Whereon thy summer's sleep comes plagued of snow
Doth thou hear thy name in restless night?
Alas, please heed the song, devotion's call
While kindled passion glows within mine heart
In days disguise, the like to be so frail
Thus moon hath wooed a starlit evening sky
And I, with gladsome heart, wilt' fold my eyes
If all of heaven knows, explain, pray tell
How thee knows not, of what mine heart holds dear
Within thy eyes, thou see'st not, of me
Yet thee, upon first glance, mine own eyes rest
Wilt find, my heart, transfixed by cupid's spell
Not one lone star compares, without disgrace
Each thistle, dulled, without a sharpened blade
Where light has dimmed, lack luster in the sky
The taint' I feel, from now upon your face
Whence nary grace that cupid aims at me
To see thee fair, with love's acquainted eyes
And whence, this night a sun would choose to rise
Tho' wrath of winter beats against our door
I must beware that summer comes with snow
For burns your eye, a deeper fire's glow
Only beings half earth would dare to tame
With ax and saw, wild apple trees to burn
Nor spurn them not, but turn them into flame
For Lisa's Contest: "Bringin' Out the Thees and Thous"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
Another sweltering day
soaking up all the summer sun has to offer
The trade winds blow but offer no relief
slowly I sip on a frozen peach margarita
ice cold to the touch, but melting fast
water droplets roll down cooling my wrist
bringing back memories
memories of that cool December day
your first taste of snow
how I didn't even know
that gleam in your eye
when we made those snow angels
they seemed to come alive
all those laughs, your giggle
so much more than a memory
building that tiny igloo
you dragging me in
giving me that big kiss
for the night, the perfect inn
hot cocoa sitting round the open fire
you in my arms
you captured my heart
and all my desire
such a sweet time.
Opening my eyes I turn to you
half-asleep on that chaise lounge
kiss your hand
and whisper I love you
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
Snow sprinkles the ground
as delicate as sugar
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
white like the pages I battle with
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
And when it lands,
A blanket of perfection
glistening the season to a crisp
gently the sun arises
"there's no where to go today,
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."
Copyright © Madison Caldwell | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Close your eyes
You see millions of snow flakes begin
to fall down to our heart
As it goes ,
Your sadness , anger , hatred and
desperate feeling are like being covered
with the flakes.
Little by little
You can never see anything
except for the silver snow
Well ,why don't we stop hating each other
and just stay together?
Please forgive me
We could make it for tonight
Only for tonight
Please see this snow fall
Everything is like just being cured
little by little
You see much of silver snow enough
to make another world
We could build a castle
We can do it from the beginning
Since we are not alone
Little by little
You give me power ,
Your smile fulfills my heart with
Joy , happiness and good feelings.
And ,How happy to know that
We can do this together
Please stay with me
We can go further more
We can do it from the beginning
Since we are together
And Hand in hand
Let's walk in the snow field
Only for tonight
Under the snow fall
Copyright © Masashi Takano | Year Posted 2006
There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he,
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow
Copyright © misty hunter | Year Posted 2007
She bounced right off the inkling
. . . . . . . . . golden rings and tinker bells winking
on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
through the galaxies spinning
. . . . . . . . . aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
atwist amidst anticipating ...
on Halley’s comet tail she flew
. . . . . . . . . in the genius of a snowflake parade
in search ... in search
. . . . . of something he once said
to the atmosphere on a cloudy
. . . . . . . . . day
over rooftops flurried in December snow
in a glance of her cosmic smile,
. . . . . . . . . she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
sang songs of fields of poppies soon
budding beneath the snow,
. . . . . . . . . and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
upon the world
and the earth shimmered in many colors
and gave praise
. . . . . . . . . and the angels came and fetched her up ~
and He smiled.
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
Segun my child! My son!
Soon, the cock will crow at dawn
And the east will showcase the sun
Soon, you will leave my home,
To found your own
With words of wisdom, you won’t be alone.
Like a mini-skirt, advice is too short
But it covers the body’s vital lot.
Your brother is not your friend,
He is another you, but independent
So your love for one another, allow no dent
For the sons of men…
Every journey far destination brings
Nature presents a transport means
The snow has the snow dogs
The desert has the camels
The long distant road has the horse
Even technology came to aid us
For the road, we have the cars
For the seas and ocean, the ship
For the rail, the train
The sky has the airplane
All, to lead us through our destiny lane
That is it with man’s life and the battle in it
For whatever fate comes to us, so be it
As the future hungers like a wild beast
Likewise on it, your eyes be firmly fixed
Take a deep breath my child, and learn this
Every master was once an apprentice
Be it the prophets or the dentists
Fate is most times very unfair
Be not defeated by the things you saw
For life is more like war
And all is fair in love and war.
But whatever life’s battle you face
Nature will surely with remedy surface.
When you fall or fail
Don’t ceaselessly wail
Inhale…count to ten, and then exhale
Turn stumbling block to stepping stone,
So the builders reject, will be chief cornerstone
Two Demi-gods are on man’s destiny entrance
Their names, Consistency and Perseverance
Segun, to them, you must bow
No matter what, no matter how
On their feet, bring your head down
I know my son, I know,
That adventure is the blood of the youths
But by rushing the moment, the petals are bruised
So, calmly assimilate my child, calm study
For so, Apostle Paul admonished Timothy
Never be the first to hate
But to forgive, be the first and be in haste
My son, all humans can’t love you
If they all do, then they want to kill you
Likewise, all humans can’t hate you
If they all do, then they want the best for you
What people suffer to get, yet you so easily get
That you must never despise
For it is your miracle in disguise
For the sons of men,
Me, myself and I comes first
Don’t follow that context
If you find the opportunity to rule
My son, take the alternative to lead
For where rulers doom, leaders bloom
When fortune knocks on your door,
Be quick to offer him a sit
Use your wisdom and condor
To keep him and give him no exit
Copyright © Isioma Esemene | Year Posted 2011
Walk with me neath falling snow
As my heart does plead your name
in amongst the shivered calls
Crystalline of flowing climb,
snow of winter’s fingers falls
Footprints on a path of white,
longing but to find their way
To your love this eve I seek
in the place they long to stay
Faintly moonbeam’s whispered light
illuminates the heaven’s form
Tiny crystal coated skies
gently sway this winter storm
Through the branches evergreen,
shadows dance in wishes soft
On this evening filled with dreams,
clouds of silver waft aloft
Eyes now search the twilight bliss,
past the gates of iron glaze
For the love within your smile,
here to quell my lonely days
Take my hand midst drifting sighs
strolling in this shimmered sight
Kiss me now my precious one,
as I hold you close this night
Out here in this evening chill
as our hearts once more do glow
Wrapped within my arms so warm,
walk with me neath falling snow
Good night Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
Snow like a whisper does fall from the sky
Silently finding its way
Morning shall come in the blink of an eye
Nature to beckon the day
White fills the quiet with hope of a smile,
melodies that you might hear
Blanketing softy in porcelain style,
a glow born of sun does appear
Stillness shall flourish in peace at this hour,
cold it will harness the reins
Glorious partners to stay but a while,
here on this earth to reclaim
Tranquil endeavors to quell every whim,
lie on the lawn in repose
Forgotten meanings that now shall begin,
found each occasion it snows
Gentle its echo as we find retreat,
here by the warmth of the fire
No use descending on snow covered streets,
only our love is required
Unruffled seasons of splendor do shine,
muted the colors they bear
Normal these visions of our wintertime,
life without worry or care
Slower the pace of this plaid flannel world,
hectic the days of ago
Restful this morning to us has unfurled,
taking each step a bit slow
Nothing to urgent that now can not wait,
serenity finds to take hold
The heat of the fire we two do migrate,
so warm inside when it’s cold
Pearlescent shimmering visions this day,
resting here safe in your love
Oh but to spend my life living this way,
bring forth the snow from above
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Love songs and empty words curled
Around ideas of what love
Should be, like horns that ram the unsuspecting,
Shaking and shattering bones
And all expectation of the
Normalcy in past, weak coals that don’t smolder.
Life as it should be intrigued
My mind, kindled my spirit, and
Sizzled my heart as he seeped into my pores.
Head-strong and stubborn, he carved
The strict laws into his essence.
He obeyed these principles as religion,
And like a lamb he followed
The world’s ideology of
Perfection deeper into the demise he
Designed himself every time
He bleated for a white ewe,
Not out of his love of crisp snow, but the world’s.
Copyright © Savanna Roberts | Year Posted 2016
My mind freezes as a birdbath
on a chill winter night,
It cracks like glass, soon dissolves
in sun-drenching midday light.
A thought of my winter parting
completely clouds my sight,
Like morning-frosted window's veil
gives an obstructed view,
I can't hear songbirds in winter
or feel me without you.
Freezing wind blows mournfully
through our lives without regard
for time lost, love's tender touch
or beatings of one's heart.
Cold and chill of midwinter
render leaving slow to start.
Anguished hearts as whipping snow
color life hard to see.
Songbirds fly late fall,
winter will be time to die for me.
I can feel a snow before it falls.
I smell it as in a breeze.
I know the North wind blows
after a turning of loose leaves.
Like slow leaving of songbirds,
a tossing of dead weeds,
I sense well signs of winter;
she seeks her strength this year.
When snow is gone, flowers bloom,
please shed for me a tear.
Place my grave atop our hill
on a shaded plot of ground.
Do not cry for me my dear
until springtime rolls around.
Songbirds will sing me hymns
as springs sweetest sound.
A fortunate man I have been
to have loved you for so long,
Remember, I still love you
as you hear a songbird's song.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
Crackle of frost underfoot
This snow covered wood
Where I met you...........
for the first time
Clouds of breathy air,
your cloak of deep blue,
you made me stop and stare
For, among the holly,
we both were looking for the same thing
This cold pale sky,
with no hint of spring
Your first look,
took my breath away
Your shy smile,
The sun shone.........
On that day.......
Woods of evergreen,
dusted with snow
wanting you so
warmed by mine
Your shy glance
How those blue eyes...
This love did flow,
on this walk,
on fresh fallen snow
So white and clear,
surrounded by trees of green
Woods of evergreen,
fresh fallen snow
Where our love can be seen
side by side,
Where I first met you,
on that winters day,
among the holly and snow
You had far to go,
seems so short so
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
Through The Virgin Snow
Through the virgin snow i do see
Woman's glory in a winter's dream
The snowflakes do kiss your face and your hair
As your smile does shine brightly
You are my living sun
The wonder of my heart out in the snow
Each snowflake does whisper my love for you
And i am proud to dance within your eyes
As this virgin snow we shall now dance through
Now what shall we do
We shall ride upon our sleigh
You can have the reins
Come into our dream of snow
On love's sleigh our dreams fly
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016
You make me feel free,
Free to be me.
Happy and silly,
Refuse to be blue.
Don't think about it.
Just go with the flow.
Not too fast,
Not too slow.
Happy to live before the snow.
Here we go!
Hold on tight.
The Promised Land is in sight.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
"All Rights Reserved"
Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016
(this is a type of quatrain called Swap Quatrain,
wherein the fourth line of each stanza
is actually the first line, just swapped around)
Another Time, long long ago,
there was no Rain; there was no Snow.
No reason was there, and no rhyme
long long ago, another Time.
A desert only, lifeless land -
boulders, pebbles, grains of sand;
hot and windswept, barren, lonely
lifeless land; a desert only.
From Sky was tossed one day, a seed
onto this land so much in need,
whose dreariness would soon be lost.
One day a seed from Sky was tossed.
In Sun’s bright heat, the small seed grew
until an egg it changed into.
It needed only moisture sweet.
The small seed grew in Sun’s bright heat.
Sky clapped loud sound; a bird appeared.
The egg was pulsing as she neared.
White feathers fluttered to the ground.
A bird appeared; Sky clapped loud sound.
As Rain came down. . . A sudden change!
The bird turned into something strange -
A lovely girl with feathered gown!
A sudden change as Rain came down.
With Rain’s soft fall, the egg had burst.
Emerging from the egg came first
One horse, then two. Fantastical!
The egg had burst with Rain’s soft fall.
The horses grew beneath big Sun.
They thrived; with Rain they were as one.
Along with her, like Wind, they’d run.
Beneath big Sun, the horses grew.
Twin beasts and Rain, that dry land’s three
became a new world’s trinity.
And with them, green and springtime came.
That dry land’s three: twin beasts and Rain.
With so much spring, with Rain’s pure grace
came poetry into that place.
Bright flowers bloomed when she would sing
with Rain’s pure grace, with so much spring.
Variety, the needful thing,
Rain prayed out loud for Sky to bring.
And so was born for her to see:
the needful thing, Variety!
Then came down Snow from up above.
This counterpart was Rain’s true love.
When white Snow ebbed, sweet Rain would flow.
From up above, then came down Snow.
Sweet Rain, white Snow, atop each horse,
still ride the land and set the course
of when their seasons come and go.
Atop each horse, sweet Rain, white Snow.
By Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by A Rambling Poet's Contest:
"Rain: the Story"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months.
The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.
They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday.
as they were called WEEDS ..
The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.
However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .
The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013