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Where The White Rose Blooms

The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention,
He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter,
The roses were just like family and friends in his eyes,
He gave them bright sunshine, and plenty of fresh water.

He had always planted roses in reds, yellows, and pinks,
Yet, it was the one white rose that he favored most,
The old gardener admired it's innocence and elegance,
A quality that the other roses just could not boast.

This precious rose was pure white, like new fallen snow,
Which only a cold, late November day could bring,
It's delicate petals were soft to the finger's touch,
Similar to that of a feather, in an angel's wing.

The old gardener was perplexed and astonished,
Only this rose bloomed through spring, summer, and fall,
Each of the other roses had withered months ago,
The frost and cold weather did not affect it at all.

With a smile, the old gardener took one last look,
Unknowingly, death would soon come without warning,
After he had settled down for a nap in his chair,
He drew his last breath, later on that morning.

His funeral was held on the very next day,
Loving words were spoken, as he was laid to rest,
His grand-daughter approached, with tears in her eyes,
As she placed the single white rose upon his chest.

The cemetery was a quiet and peaceful place,
Where family and friends gathered to remember,
A gentle snow began to fall upon the casket lid,
Brightening the gloom on this final day of November.

The old gardener's soul departed from this earth,
Lead away by a choir of angels, on delicate wings,
Then on through the pearly gates of heaven's garden,
Where the white rose still blooms, in eternal springs.

November 25th, 2013

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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A Christmas Snow

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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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.

Snow Contest
For Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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A Walk in the Snow

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

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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First Snowfall

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

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012

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White Christmas

White Christmas                                 

Our winter days can bring that snow
     Which sometimes we're not ready for.
An inconvenience, for we know,
     It can become a heavy chore.

But Christmas Eve is not complete
     Without her blanket, smooth and white.
And Christmas morn we love to greet
     White beauty spread throughout the night.

To watch the snowflakes gently fall
     In glow of moonlight, Christmas Eve,
Observe the whiteness drift and sprawl;
     A blanket made with magic weave.

Then in the morn, in window's view,
     Those pristine mounds of snow we see;
Such purity 'neath sky of blue
     Fills up our hearts with Christmas glee.

We dream of Christmas pure and white
     Somehow expect that lovely sight
As symbol of the love and light
     That shines at Christmastime so bright.

Sandra M. Haight

1st Place~
Contest: Christmas Carols
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Judged: 01/03/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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A Winter Poem

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

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Before the Snow

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
Copyright:  2003
"All Rights Reserved"

Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016

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Natural, tranquil peace

Flowers of snow float from high, 
Breaking that summer heat drought.
Each floral flake falling from a beautiful glory,
Enveloping the ground all about

The slopes, peaks and troughs, the valleys of green, 
Covered with love from the sky,
Leaving animals, birds and trees in a placid pure peace, 
And hidden by a clear dust of why

In this beautiful now, nature hears with an ear, 
A sensitive quiet ear to restore,
All that’s been in every season leading till now, 
All that’s been there before

This beautiful clean purge of the life in the hills, 
The natural ebb with a flow,
Purifies all that nature can be, 
Perfecting itself with some snow.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017

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The Legend of Rain: A Love Story

(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

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My Memories Of Christmas

Hearing the jingling bells of Santa's sleigh,
Hanging silver tinsel on the tree for trim,
My cousin and I going sledding all day,
Reading the story of Scrooge and Tiny Tim.

Building a house made of spicy gingerbread,
And hearing a Bing Crosby Christmas tune,
Leaving out cookies before going to bed,
Seeing eight tiny reindeer flying by the moon.

Santa Claus bringing toys down our chimney,
Almost every house twinkling with lights,
Cutting down a fresh, pine Christmas tree,
Hanging antique ornaments, so shiny and bright.

Grandma and I baking my favorite cookies,
Shopping for Christmas gifts in every store,
A fireplace with a stocking hung just for me,
And singing Christmas carols at every door.

My hometown covered in glistening, white snow,
And the sweet, minty taste of a candy cane,
Presents containing treasures we wouldn't know,
And drawing snowflakes on a frosty window pane.

My Mom making a snowman, as perfect as can be,
Decking the halls with garlands, wreaths and more,
Whispering wishes to Santa, sitting on his knee,
And the excitement we all had the night before.

December 12th, 2013

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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If You're Not Here With Me

My white Christmas dreams had come true,
As the dim twilight began to close in,
Then my winter wonderland faded to blue,
I was lonesome with no happiness within.

On a Christmas night, so lonely and blue,
Surrounded by four decked, empty walls,
Sitting by the tree, just thinking about you,
As white snowflakes continued to fall.

As the pine tree twinkled with brilliant light,
My smile was lost, nowhere to be found,
Though the ornaments were shining bright,
I missed your warmth, not presently around.

Pretty, paper packages of red and green, 
Are there, anticipating you at my door,
The crackling fireside, cheerful and serene,
Just as it was, the Christmas before.

I long for your kiss under the mistletoe,
So, how sad and lonely would I be,
Looking out at that faded blue snow,
If you're not here with me?

Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Giorgio V.'s contest - "A Song Inspires A Poem"
My poem was inspired by the song, "Blue Christmas" by Elvis Presley

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Winter Woods

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

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

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

Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014

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The Nutcracker

Bought advance tickets for The Nutcracker About two and a half months ago How was I to know on November 29th We'd get dumped on with a big bunch of snow The weather gods have conspired against me Coz before and after that day Temperatures been so incredibly warm Much like the merry month of May Must have upset those guys back when If so I do hereby apologize Sure felt their wrath, spent three long hours With fire shooting out of my eyes Next time won't buy tickets ahead of time I'll buy them on the day of the event And take my chances that it's not a sellout So my time is much better spent Is my frustration showing as I write this poem? So ticked off, what more can I say Don't want ever to spend that much time again Stopped dead on a freaking highway © Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

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A Winter's Day

A winter wind craves intricate swirls
as Jack frost pierces Nature’s heart.
And etches glass with abstract curls
sculpting spirals of frozen art.

Virgin flakes of the purest white
emerge from crystals clear as glass.
And tumble to Earth in free flight
their fragile beauty doomed to pass.

A rising sun ignites the sky
as beams of light lend ice their fire.
Yet the skittish clouds won't comply
and the flickering flames expire.

A crunchy crust of sparkling snow
is adorned with crystals of light.
And yet this splendiferous show
vanishes at the edge of night.

Shifting silhouettes creak and crack
as a saffron moon beams from space.
And as shadows stretch into black
bashful stars shyly show their face.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Snowflakes Floating

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

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

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by Sue K Green

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Sue k Green | Year Posted 2014

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The Soft Feel Of Snowflakes

In winter I miss the soft feel of snowflakes,
not the frosted and leaf-covered meadows;   
and while green jays listen to the ravens' crow,
the angry wind whips trees with its hard blow! 

I feel sympathy for the lonely woodpeckers;
in winter I miss the feel of soft snowflakes...
how frightened is the tiny shivering lizard
that tries to shield himself from the cold!

The red-tailed blackbirds aren't too happy,
they soar into a sky so empty and gloomy;
in winter I miss the soft feel of snowflakes...
more than the smell of roasted chestnuts!  

I like to see snow fall, giggling under a hat;   
if none falls, think how depressed I will get!
Come snow, I am ready to get my kicks!   
In winter I miss the soft feel of snowflakes!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

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I'm afraid to comment on our extra warm winter Afraid I might break the spell This here's only between me and youse guys From the roof tops I wanna yell Hallelujah, gadzooks, feels like the tropics Went out without a coat yesterday Is this guy nuts? Has he gone totally bonkers? Sure feels like a spring day in May Dream on little fellow, you're delusional methinks You're in for a brush with reality Oh well I've heard those psychiatric institutions Are nice with a air of tranquility But sadly it eventually will come to an end And I'll be all hunkered down inside Turning the thermostat to “sizzling” again A heat rash will redden my hide Wrote this a year ago as we were experiencing one of the mildest winter on record! This year... ugh!... back to normal! Been dumped on a few times! © Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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Winter's Blanket

I’m a daughter of the prairies
Where the weather is extreme
Well I know snow is not always
The sheer joy that it may seem.

Still the beauty of the soft flakes
When they first begin to fall
Can romance me and entrance me
As my senses they enthrall.

As they cover up the clutter
Of the fallen leaves debris
I see nothing but their beauty 
In the blanket spread for me.

Long lost memories are flooding.
I forget I’m not a kid.
I want to lie and make snow angels
As so long ago I did.

But that child is gone forever,
And I’ve had a busy day.
I go in to start my dinner
As the snowflakes stick and stay.

By: Joyce Johnson

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012

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People say, “I hate winter,
I’m ready for spring.”
I’ve never heard a child say that,
they find joy in everything.

Some say, “Drat this blasted snow!
we need to have some sun.”
I’ve never heard a child say that,
they’re too busy having fun;

catching the flakes on their tongues,
creating snow angels on the ground,
sledding down the nearest hill,
building snowmen, fat and round.

Some see only the hindrance,
as the snow gets plowed back.
They say, “Isn’t this a mess?”
I’ve never heard a child say that.


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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'Twas the Night Before Christmas

 With Christmas carols softly playing
By the fireplace we sing along
And snow flakes in the cold wind swirling
While winter sings  its' chilly song

The scenery turns to a blanket of white
As St. Nick rides by on his sleigh
And children behaving just right 
In hopes he comes their way

People filling up on eggnog
And kids in the snow at play
 And the flames  of the  crackling logs
Warm the heart on the eve of Christmas  day

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012

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Winter White

Winter White
I love the white of winter
As the snow lies on the trees
So clean and neat the landscape
But so cold the breeze.

Nothing’s ever perfect
I appreciate what’s best
It’s pretty when the snow falls
Don’t think about the rest.

I quickly grab my camera
To capture all I see
When come the snows of winter
I cannot let it be.

The white snow of winter
Covering all the ground
As far as I can see
That snow is all around.

I see patterns in the tire tracks
And ice upon the lake
What a pretty picture
All these things will make.

Children making snowballs
Throw them near and far
Looks like fun they’re having
Not at all bizarre.

Heavy coats they’re wearing
Just to keep them warm
Temperature is really down
After that big storm.

Yes, I love the white of winter
But can do without the cold.

Copyright © Sue k Green | Year Posted 2014

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Snow Covered Hills

~ Back, slide back, on snow covered hills ~ The child I’d been, glad to begin, Touching mood mirth freely given As we celebrate Christ again. The child I’d been, glad to begin Our family Christmas season. We circle our lush Christmas tree With His love as precious reason. Touching mood mirth freely given Grows memories purely tender. Love does nurture and develop Magical emotional splendor. As we celebrate Christ again We submit faith to time’s embrace So joy may tend a lasting grasp In our hearts place of love’s best face.
October 19, 2015

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015

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                                 SNOW WHITE

          Sparkling snow shows dazzling show.
           Jingle bells nod heads to and fro,
          Sweet lemon fragrance starts to flow,
                       Happy in snow- white panorama
                                           Glamorous Snow drops always search
                                           Snowy rock shed to hide and perch
                                           Ivory white bark of Himalayan birch
                                                Happy in snow- white panorama
     Splendid snow- flakes grow without murmur
     Witch hazel blooms in red yellow cluster
     blaze like little sun in snow cold winter
                       Happy in snow white panorama
                                               Winter berry sprays lipstick red blossoms
                                                Rose like camellia joyfully blooms
                                              Mock rush erects spikes in pompous looks
                                                                    Happy in snow- white panorama
     Showy snow, nice ice in North and South Pole
     Snow white peace claims bright brilliant role
    Snow-dense heart, snow-charmed mind, snow-glowed soul
                            Happy in snow- white panorama

       Anisha Dutta
  For Contest Favorite old poem
                 Sponsor Judy Konos


Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2015

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Winter's Blanket

All night long the snow was falling
Day revealed a blanket white
Snow still floated from the heavens
Making such a pretty sight

Trees are weighed with heavy burdens
Fences topped with pointed hats
In the yard a complex pattern
Where the snow went through the slats

Quail are hopping by the window
Making little trails of tracks
Deer are stripping down the bushes
Shaking snowflakes off their backs

Though the day is white and cloudy
Still the snowflakes seem to speak
Saying, "Look at winter's blanket
It is perfect and unique."

I can't wait to make some snowballs
See the snowflakes flying by
And to feel the snowflakes stinging 
As I look into the sky

So I'll make myself a fire
And I'll heat myself some tea
Then I'll build a giant snowman
For the neighbor folks to see

When I get all wet and snowy
And my fingers get too cold
Then I'll make the biggest cookies
That my stove could ever hold

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2012

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Winter Forests in Oklahoma (without snow)

The night turns to day, it is oh so cold;
The moon is bright and crisp, the sun honey gold;
The forests are brown and leafless, there seems to be no life;
The silent peace within it, no ruckus and no strife.

I love the winter forests, no longer wet and green;
Everything within it, hibernating;
Every once in a while, a small creature will stir;
Sending golden colors up, a flurry and a whir.

Note from Author: 
This is a tribute to my Oklahoma home which I sometimes miss very much!

Copyright © Sena Slaughter | Year Posted 2010

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White Magic

White Magic 

In our uninhibited exuberance for the beauties of Mother Nature;
We sometimes seem to forget the strength of nature’s dark force.
Peel back the layers of beauty only to discover a sinister black magic,
Hidden amid the divine adornments nature draws from its source.

The lush grasses of rolling countryside are covered in autumn frost;
The sky remote as heaven and cold as steel in this season of Pentecost.
Bone grey clouds gather their forces and roam the sky with lurid haloes;
The desperate daylight seeking ways to shine forth on the earth below.

A lonely redwood farmhouse gleamed against a row of forest trees;
Trees dark and waving ominously with branches full of dead leaves.
By the house, deep green growths were grey with the powder of frost;
Weeds drained the fading colors in the flower-beds until all color is lost.

The house stood waist-high in a melee of shrubs and bushes in a bundle.
Too luxuriant in these northern climes, lending the air of an arctic jungle.
A grey confusion filled the country fields, protected by a straw scarecrow;
A great continent of cloud hovered overhead suggesting: “It’s going to snow."

The pillars of trees in the distance now seem dwarfed by this canopy of cloud;
As I say, Nature comes dressed in all its divine glory, but what is this shroud?
On the fencing and up the side of the barn cling the sinews of creepy vines;
The grey canopy of cloud seems to bow down to earth amid the forest pines.

Sometimes Mother Nature seems to draw upon a mind with elaborate schemes;
Earthquakes, tsunamis and unrestrained storms are exactly what nature seems.
The wild forces use a secret language to break the rhythms that design brings;
Mysterious signs and wordless pictures invoke the names of nameless things.

The fall of twilight accompanied by the angelic horde of snow falling down,
Drifting idly from Heaven to Earth as if the landscape with peace to crown.
The land suddenly whitened into a purity that earlier seemed almost tragic;
The earth now cast into a divine glow that seemed born of a white magic.

Copyright © John Herlihy | Year Posted 2017

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The wind comes blowing through the wood,
And Winter comes a-calling.
The trees give up their last few leaves,
The first snow flakes start falling.

The open, barren branches,
Now look stark against grey skies.
The rose bush too is naked, bare,
It's beauty sacrificed,

To the quiet and the chill,
As Winter now takes hold,
And on the surface Nature sleeps,
Through Winter's biting cold.

Floating snow flakes drifting down,
Make me pull up my hood,
As torch in hand I brave the depths,
Of snow drifts through the wood.

Just half an hour ago it seems,
The path was pristine, clear,
And now the snow has got so deep,
It reaches to my rear.

It will be good to get back home,
But just plain had to mail a letter,
To tell the folks back home about,
This fine Canadian weather.

Never saw snow before in my life until we immigrated to Canada when I was 27yrs old.
I love it and it's a true miracle of God; but it's cold and wet and it's more fun to watch from a warm room than to be outside in it.    (Smile)

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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Snowflakes Escape

            Snowflakes Escape

At the crack of dawn shots rang out
Ducks scattered at the sound
Obscenities quacked back from every beak
Hunters were not there for them

They came to capture fox
Snow fell with cartridges as hunters froze in thought 
In perfect orchestration with the day and perfect aim
Focused on the games in nature

Bringing down their prey with rifles
Setting traps along the way
Men bundled in pillow white disguise
Running with their dogs and guns through narrow paths

Towering trees held green along the way
Held their ground below the mountain
Hunters settled
Looking for some warmth after the captures

Campfires blazed
Storms rolled in on bitter winds
Enter the calm
Large swirling flakes continued on the quiet

Each one avoiding warmth to hold their form
Away from creatures clad in natures white, like fox
Away from bundled men disguised in white
Snowflakes made their escape into the silence


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014