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Spring January Poems | Spring Poems About January

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Details | Acrostic |

Jack Frost-Acrostic

J anuary's cold makes December feel like spring!
A lways wanting it to be warm, but left yearning
C ause the ice and snow in the beginning
K eeps me excited, but depression starts winning

F or winter although beautiful, is far too long
R eminders of summer a distant memory now
O nly Jack Frost is now on patrol
S lowly, oh so slowly he releases control
T hen the frozen wasteland, yields to spring again.

For Shadow Hamilton's Jack Frost contest.
December 03, 2015

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Cold Fingers

I look out my window
No longer white and fluffy 
The snow has turned a sickly gray
Much like my mood towards this season of death
Tired of dark clouds and cold winds
The birds are wise to abandon this desolate place
I dream of sunshine and blue sky
Running barefoot across green grass
Smelling the fresh scent of spring breezes
Lazy days of summer accompanied by young lovers
For now I am a prisoner in a cold land
Wrapped in my blanket staring out at the gray
Nothing seems to warm the coldness that has invaded my soul
Old man winter has stolen another day 
I wait and I wait
Time seems to move in reverse
Is there any escape?
I go to my computer
Warm weather awaits me
Just a click a way
Visions of spring dance in my head
I can cheat on winter
Escape cold fingers
I can fly away to some exotic warm land
Run through Sun drenched waves
Drink umbrella drinks
I can follow those clever birds
I long for this escape
Just four hours away
I arrive at the airport bags in hand
Feeling oppromistic
Then comes a storm
Old man winter refuses to release his icy grip
I look out the airport window
The snow covered runway is pure white
All flights cancelled
A block of ice where my heart used to be
How I long for spring

Winter Be Gone Contest
Poem written January 27th for your contest.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Almost Spring

Almost Spring but only February
almost February but only January
only January but almost March.

Almost everyday I play my trumpet
almost every night I ride the trains
every midnight I'm on the trains.

Almost every morning I turn on the radio
every weekday I go to work
every midnight I ride the trains home.

Everyday I spend at work
almost every weekend I play the trumpet
Saturday I ride the train downtown.

Almost every night I get some sleep
only everyday I go to work
every midnight I'm on the trains.

Almost Spring but only February
almost February but only January
only January but almost March.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sedoka |

Where Did Winter Go

It's January
and no snowflakes anywhere!
Sad boy, where did winter go?
Mad for the delay?
He must be sleeping somewhere!
Run, run and wake him up, bro!

Hurry boy, find him;
he is snoring very hard!
Slap him, don't be gentle;
sleep can't keep him trim!  
Shake him up, he's not a bard;
he's a lamb and will tremble! 

He'll make a raw deal    
for two bottles of good gin, 
and hold off tons of bright snow!  
The lad brought a creel;  
he will get him drunk and win!
Wake up, chump! Black ravens crow!  


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Uncle January

January's cousin Fall left in a fit
For January brought her friend, Wind howling long
Denuded the trees of all their gowns knit
Now her great Aunt Spring feels no way strong

Great Aunt Spring has gone underground safely
Hidden from January's cold icy tricks
Underground or faraway supersafely
Waiting for Spring's return with corner tricks

Spring has a way to drive cold January
Far away up to Canada's great north
Where January cold winter wind that's airy
Really belongs, yeah Spring come forth

Birds and animals with heavy coats sing
With January but rejoice when enters spring

(Had started this one for a contest)

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012