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With his icy fingers he stole my smokey breath,
laid a sheet of slippery freezing cold by my feet
and then whispered in my ear right to the drum
that echoed in my brain with excruciating pain.

She, his wife was of a complete different temperament
quietly without fuss she crafted blanched cotton flakes,
each a masterpiece, unique as if she retained every design 
she had ever imagined so each time she could create anew.

He however with his bravado with his swelled chest
would pepper speeding glass-like pellets into the air.
Sting our faces without regret. Salt our wounds.
Mercilessly bite into our flesh with his frosted fangs.

Daintily she'd sprinkle the sky with the magic of her cheer
feather the atmosphere in a delicate splatter of alabaster.
Layer by layer she laid soft sheets of snow to the delight
of everyone alike creating a playground of endless mirth.

His breath reeked of dreams frozen, nipped in the bud.
Already he had high jacked his sisters, the Autumn twins
sent them packing, hurried, gathering their rustic garments.
He had no love of his siblings except his baby sister, Spring.

His wife loving and caring would temper his yearly onslaught.
She knew of his pain, deep, abandoned by his father Summer.
At times she'd blow slightly warmer air to provide respite for
us mere humans and allow the sun to warm our weary bones.

They  would sit together and it was her would bring out
the albums of family photos view pictures of his mother.
Her smile like music would soothe his stone cold heart.
He loved, when she'd visit in the guise of an Indian Summer.

With his icy fingers he stole my smokey breath.
I felt her presence there to temper his harsh avail.

Winter had arrived but when they walked as one 
this magnificent couple dressed in their royal winter whites,
without a second thought you  would bow in front of their regal 
stance, a sight to behold, one that encompassed the entire land.

Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Seasons

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015

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Snow Falling

Snow falling—
Feathers escaping from the pillow-heaven
Confusing the air
With the steadiness of a stampede
Advancing, clinging, smothering.

Snow falling—
White fleecy lambs atop every protrusion
Sleek ermine boas
Draped upon the naked arms of nature
Bare of their green velvet capes.

Snow falling—
The spatula of wind
Smoothing mounds of marshmallow frosting
Billowy swirls
Of whipped immaculate splendor.

Snow falling—
Obscuring the drab tired earth
Her deep wounds of time
Dissolving shadows of other seasons
That Spring may arise again.

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Seasons
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 01/05/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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 She danced across the heavens
 Whirling and twirling in delight
  She slid up and down creating images
  With delight she colored the sky
 She made no sound as she moved
  She sculpted as she danced
 Unique patterns unfolded
  the heavens became her canvas
  colors became more vibrant
 Her colors changed with each breath
 She danced merrily for hours on end
Until the final curtain was drawn
With the up coming dawn.


Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2013

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I’m hanging on to the skeletal branch with all my might Westerly winds blow but I won’t give in without a fight My skin once soft and smooth is now wizened and wrinkly Dark veins are so visible now, I’m all brown and crinkly Suddenly a huge gust of wind releases me HELPPPP! I’m F A L L I N G Silently I drift down to the ground, Now I am lying on my winter bed where I will curl up and die No longer the last lonely leaf on earth … For now I’m surrounded by my friends and family … Inspired by the lonely leaf poem by Sophiya Kamil 28th November 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Why do I love thee?
Thee! With a heart made of ice
Hiding beneath the face of an angel
Pure and white
Crying those frosty tears 
In and effort to convince me
You didn't kill your rival
‘The beautiful vibrant Autumn’

Can I not see – you ask?
Surely it was suicide
Everyone saw her leap to her death

But! I know it was you
For I still see
Your tell-tale frost on her breast
Left When you held her in
A kiss of death

So why! Do I still love thee?
Thee! With a heart of ice

Is it because I know
You were consumed with jealousy
Wanting to be more beautiful
Than she could ever be
In the hopes of pleasing me?


A thrill – a chill runs up my spine
Autumn quickly fading from my mind
As I look at you
A glistening jewel 
That simply takes my breath away

SECOND PLACE:  Let it snow contest

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2009

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Her Name Is Winter

She rides into town with a storm as her steed
With clicking ice spurs, and rattling reins
With somber delivery and the bleak look of gloom
Bursting with pride as the old year must end 

She shoves her way into the house out of spite
A dooms-day gray cloud, who brings her own blight
Leaving a trail of footprints and mud
Building a nest out of leftover crumbs

Flapping her wings and spinning the clock
Strutting her youth at the stroke of midnight
She stalks on wet feet, with some snow on her boots
She shouts out the news that your taxes are due
No care in the world that she makes us feel blue!

Her windows are dark, and her doorway is bare
She holds a firm grip, till the end of her stay
Yet, slowly and surely, against good advice
Intrudes like a flood, as she watches creeks rise

At last comes the sun, to shoo her away
To thaws her cold grip,  and her frown of surprise
With remorse, she announces... it's time for goodbye! 


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012

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The Cafe's Apparation

The Cafe’s Appration 
The Mahogany door... was smooth,
as my palm kneaded its rich burgundy finish. 
neath the red door and golden handles,
Journal’s are leafed through, and written 
in fine ink of a pen.

spiced cinnamon.. glazes the windows,
and allures Writers from the 
frigid cold.

homemade mugs of mandarin orange..
and teal blue.. stir within 
the cafe’s serenity, 

blue bird's warble their finesse..
The harp players, with marmalade 
tinges, strum...

strum the gilded strings of people's

Steamed milk brews… sifts through
cinders of what was an Author's
handwritten notes,

Through coal caressed firewood.

Saucers meet eyes with each other..
their aged souls murmuring in 
simmering of 

An apparitions chatter.

Cinnamon-sugared pastries 
are nibbled by 
poets.. sipping on their
Turkish coffee’s.

Milk Foam.. dollops atop
the espresso brown 
Traced within the facade of 
spiced brown.. be 

cursive hearts.. branching 
off the rim of foam.

Although to me.. the laptops 
with documents in view, and
fonts spontaneously printed,

neat papers written with french poetry..
so beautifully penned by the ease of a
lovers palm.

be nostalgia’s message.

The apparition of it all..
the man behind the maroon curtain..

and effortlessly he always draws 
the spirals of winters flurries

Upon our snow blessed hearts.

Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2016

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Winter Storm

Restless winter's snow covered the ground
North wind blew in another winter storm
It howled,  it crawled and packed solid
 Clinging where it could to a  frozen mother earth
Wave after wave it pounded, like a surf it bombarded
Icy pebbles scattered in all directions 
Spray like mist climbed the snow dunes
As an eerie chill settled upon the land

 Wind why do you blow
 as if you had no soul.
You come wild with fury
making all so weary.



Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2013

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Winter Solstice

Winter lashes out with awful fury knowing
the solstice means her time soon will end.
That tail between legs hangs as days lenghten
and land frozen and icy will begin to warm.

Winter's raging blizzards coat land white
with massive dirfts of snow that block
passage through the lanes and tracks.
Pristine glittering icicles adorn trees.

Lakes frozen solid, dimly glimpsed fish swim
beneath. While on banks shy snowdrops peek
and carefully open their petals one by one.
Yet still Winter tightens her grip stubbornly.

The days slowly lengthen and sun warms earth
only to be plunged back into an icy freeze.
For a while longer Winter rejoycing reigns
But Spring will soon relentlessly march in.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

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Life of a Tree

I am naked now, my limbs are bare
A chill blows through me during the night air

No one notices me, children do not climb
I stand still hoping not to lose a branch of mine

No green, no orange, no red I am just grey
This season I do not like because of being this way

Soon the sun will begin to show
My little buds of color start to glow

Encircled by luscious green grass I will be
Seasons are my life, this next one I like.

©Holly P. Moore
    January 2013

Copyright © HOLLY MOORE | Year Posted 2013

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Winter's warmth of white glistening promise and windswept dreams Plays her glorious song through the forest of echoing tree's Tumbling in her beauty upon each facet of light profound She shimmers in an orchestrated display of heavenly sounds In her passive seduction draped in her silver diamond gown She calls to the setting sun and gently lies down...

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2015

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From Sky

It starts off high up in the sky
formed amidst  clouds all inky
frozen solid in flakes all spiky

This frozen water falling slowly 
some of it all wet and trickily
slowly it hardens so thirstily 

More spikes come together
growing whiter and larger
shaping into a frosty layer 

Star like now it spirals wildly
pausing a moment briefly
as it settles so blithely

Amidst a fluffy blanket
for all a shining trinket
laid in a white casket

And so the story is finished
with a flake so cherished
until oh so slowly it vanished

Always be true to yourself

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

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Winter Dance

Winter put on his white coat
Whispered  softly to the wind
Come and dance with me
We will whirl and twirl in delight
As we dance across this country wide
Wind gave a sigh in sweet refrain
She took the arm of his coat
Together they found a rhythm
And danced the night away.


Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2016

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I wonder what Mack is brewing today
All I can do is lick the pot
He builds me up higher, my embers, they-
Are smiling cause they know they're hot

I stare at the red sofa he's sitting upon
And at the cat I've burned once or twice
What can I say? The thing knows its wrong
To sit by a fire with ice

I taste a small dripping of soup from above
My flames hiss in the deepest content
With my dancing shadows, I warm as a glove
As I wait for a new log's descent

Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2012

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She glides on silver skates across the crystal water
 her heart a rose frozen in time
 cold and uncaring, eyes of no expression
 snowflakes fall from blue lips and fly away in frenzied winds
 from Indigo skies a porcelain moon
 shines down on sugar roofs 
 as chimney smoke writhes and slithers
 like a magical genie escaping into thin air

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2015

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Off-white is my color
On this time of the day
When darkness swallows me
And I illuminate 
Through Its gossamer skin. 
As soon as my purity 
Onto the ground,
It falls off - but not by my fault:
Children love to slide down my back
And the sad ones
Hate to feel my cold presence. 
But I bring the warmness although I seem
Cold. After they've had  my first embrace and
 Soft touch on the cheek, 
They've had enough of me.
On this time of the night
They want to get rid of me.
Then I become even colder
And leave with the promise
That I will be back and this time
 It will be in a smooth and moony night
Followed by a cold and tiresome morning 
Oblivious of benighted dreams coming true. 
Revelation of my purity. Your ephemeral merriment. 
You're cold again as i slide down your neck.

Copyright © Tamara Simic | Year Posted 2016

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Aurora And Avalanche

                                                Aurora And Avalanche

                                              Heavenly blue night sky
                                         Studded glittering bright stars   
                                  We linger for the illustrious attraction  

                           Shimmering lights arc throughout the nighttime sky  
                                   Water mirrors its colorful, brilliant dance

                                                 We sit and admire   
                                             On our favorite rock bluff  
                                   Surrounded by seductive fluffy white snow 
                                 Sweet moments of kisses and holding hands 
                                              Between two love birds 

                                          At a distance we hear the echo 
                                   Rapid snow flows down a mountain slope

                                           Our dark and white plumage
                                         Shimmers of the brilliant colors
                                            With the shimmering lights
© 3/4/2015

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

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Lion of Winter

January came in 
riding on the mood of Christmas.
Quietly she came, 
like the Nun singing lullabies
in the church nursery.
The sunny fall days
lulling us into a mindset,
not to be set aside
by gifts and many good wishes.
But then the lion of winter
bursts in and roars.
She quickly gathers up her habit
and in haste draws her day
shorter into cold freezing night.
All is right in her world.

Jan 2, 2012 Charles Henderson
for Nette's Personification of January contest

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2012

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Move--over Winter

The snow is gently falling
Upon the barren ground
Melted slowly but was almost gone
only to return 
Not wanting leave the season
Robins returning from the south
Searching for food on the frozen ground
Only finding mere scraps
Crows chasing around  barren trees
Looking for a new spring mate
Flowers trying to peek and catch
a glimpse of the sun
The sun playing hide and seek with clouds
Laughing while it plays hot and cold
With the seasons
Winter does not want to leave
while spring is slowly nudging its way in.


Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2016

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The Woodland

Deeper still the Woodland calls me
Further yet, she lures, enthralls me
Hapless I, with charms she hauls me
To her unknown hinterlands.
Up, I see the forest giants
Standing tall in self-reliance
Ancient, gnarled, in defiance
Weathering the winter's hands.

Down, I see leaves, fallen, floating
To which place, they are unknowing
In the streamlet's eddies flowing
Dancing to an ageless tune.
Further on, I gaze in wonder
As a river falls in thunder
Misting torrents cascade under
Slanting rays of afternoon.

Scattered rocks are graced with flowers
Breathing in perennial showers
On the brink of Nature's towers
Far above the bustling towns.
Never could an earthly City
Paint a picture half so pretty
Not could sing such lovely ditty
As the Woodland's captive sounds.

In my ear they whisper softly
Whistling bird and peaks so lofty
"Whither went, and for what sought ye
When ye left this tangled space?
For ye find here scenes of splendour
Vistas grande in awesome grandeur
Rugged views they be, or tender
Never could ye leave this place"

For to me she is appealing
I and she, both glances stealing
Lost in unknown depths of feeling
As I see her changing face.
Far from wild clamour ringing
I can hear the crickets singing 
See the points of starlight gleaming.
Never would I leave this place.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2016

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Winter moon

GOLDEN rays shone down,
Moonlight excited,
Earth beauty astounding him,
Dark winter nights so captivating,
He would dance in his wait,
Snow queen would fall into his arms,
Yes! Yes! he thought,
Tonight is my night,
She burst her clouds into millions,
He spun her around,
She SPARKLED like a magical flickering flame,
Then she rested upon the earth,
DRIFTING into a deep sleep,
When morning arrived he had gone,
She wept ICICLES,
Tears falling from her eyes,
Trying her best to hold on,
Her heart melting with every beat,
Until the light of his return,
Into his strong SPADE like arms,
As he pulled her into his light.

For contest sponsor
Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Wendy Rycroft | Year Posted 2016

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The Snow

Falling at a terminal velocity
From the ether we fall at a speed that is  
What is my purpose, my destiny
Inevitable fate befalls the

Colliding with the other frosty white souls
Scattered across the ground sparkling like bright white
We're born in a season that is dead
How can something so white and pure be 

Like vampires the sun is our infirmity
Dawn approaches illuminating hues of
The epiphany before my death 
Is everything is impermanent 

Copyright © Trevor Barnett | Year Posted 2014

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A Snowflake In June

I thought I saw a snowflake in June
Perhaps, it was just silly daydream imaginations
Or were ongoing investigations really do

Upon further horizon inquiries
The sun ended interviews in blushing denial
And when heavenly interrogations finished
The sky was turning guilty blue

I’m absolutely sure
The clouds were somewhere amidst the cover up
Fortunately, a little pigeon squawked
And revealed something of the simple truth

That, there was a brewing
Conspiracy of rumors, flying 
So I ruffled stoolie feathers convincingly
To spill the beans, out with his scandalous news

It seems a wintry prima donna 
Performer of the coming season
In order to beat the ratings
Broke out early and was somewhere on the loose

Could it be
The very same stitch of ice I'd seen
A snowflake thespian
Acting out in the month of June

Then, I saw a glistening 
Of arrogance pass right before my eyes
And tiny banner waved
Followed by the squeaky words “see you very soon”

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief 
And then, my tongue was quickly unleashed
As I closed the case of any further flakes
From trying to make their premature Hollywood debuts

Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011

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The Magic of Miss Winter

Miss Winter is here to spread her magic 
on my world that's far from homely,
With her pure touch, she removes all tragic 
traces of the chilling lonely.

As I walk on the frozen bridge, hiding 
my tears, I sense her soft caress,
She takes my hands, and I go snow-sliding 
down behind her crystal white dress.

She bathes me in snowdrops from head to toe,
then helps me build my first snowman, 
Super-cool, she brings out my inner glow,
together we make n-ice bright plans.

She leads me to her world of frosty charm,
like a mother leads her daughter,
Miss Winter's magic love has made me warm,
now, I'm filled with joy and laughter.


(Rhyme scheme: abab)
(Syllables per stanza: 10 8 10 8)

Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2016

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The wondrous nature of winter
The perfect delicious taste of winter
The mastermind of winter's touch
The secret I adore of the alluring beauty of
        winter, like sister, I cherish.

Keeps reminding me of home:
The dry skinny wind blowing around
The sand dunes sculpturing and evolving like sound
The fresh, thin and welcoming air above
             which in secret I ponder about
             missing without doubt.

But it's the new home I now analyze in secret
Its impeccable measure and nature I devour
For answer and ladder to draw
I need to capture all this new creation
       in secret, then share it in secret
A visitor and literature in my life

This is another special poem of mine because with it I won a poetry & short story contest in a college I went too.
Written 2006
Just the young thoughts of the young mind

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

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Indian Summer

Indian Summer

The poppy said "No",
The nasturtiums said "Wait"
The seedlings were jumping at the gate;

"We have to get through Winter first,"
The old oak spoke, and everyone burst.
The pansies nodded in assent,
With a great deal of sentiment.

He looked down sadly at his girth,
Smiling wryly with perfect mirth;
"Ten more years is all I am worth".

He glanced at the herbs tenderly wilting
And spoke as though his heart were melting
"We have to be patient and wait for Spring,
And there's the catch, it's a learning thing".

"I won't make promises I can't keep
And we all know Winter will put us to sleep".

Summer will rise again, in all it's glory,
And that for now, is the end of my story.

Copyright © Judith Palmer | Year Posted 2010

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Winter Dance 2

Winter put on his coat of white
Whispered to the wind
Come and dance a dance with me
We will whirl and twirl
All across this country floor
Wind sighs in sweet refrain
Wraps her coat tight
Answered winter in delight
Come we curtsy and we bow
Now we dance merrily on new found snow.


Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2016

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January, if you please

Oh January, thee of Winter’s spawn
I cannot wait till thou art gone
I’ve had enough of bleak, gray days
To last a lifetime, and so I pray
Thou wilt use thy icy, freezing touch
On us gently, with just a brush -
A coat of frosting on the trees
But not a blizzard, I beg of thee
No brown snow or ugly slush
No winter mess, nor snowy gusts
Just a sprinkling of thy winter skill -
Still picturesque, but not so chilled
A mild month, I ask of thee
To keep the warmth inside of me

Susan Burch
Received 3rd place in "Personification of January" contest

Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2012

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As Autumn's Breeze

As Autumn's breeze starts to show its face
so does a gradual cooling of land begin.
Mottled colours of brown, green and golden
leaves drift down, spinning and twisting.

Bare branches start to appear as the trees
are stripped and scurrying insects hide
under the new piles. Still the sun tries
to hold back the clock to no avail.

Long dark nights and short days
take over as everything begins
to sleep and some to die off.
Long cold days now approach.

All too soon snow is in the air
soft fluffy flakes that drift down
blanketing the lands in pristine 
white that glistens and sparkles
like precious gems strewn about.
Winter's icy breath now rules
and mortals huddle by the fire.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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Lilac ladies
you sleep inside your winter buds
of grey branches
that move
with April's gentle wind

wake up your sleepy folk
burst out of your winter beds
for Spring is upon us
and we wait for you in anticipation
to flaunt your fashion frocks

of lavender blue and angel pink
of virgin white and burgundy hue
upon the stage of a forthcoming May
waiting patiently in the wings
to herald a glorious summer..

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2009