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Spring Snow Poems | Spring Poems About Snow

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Details | Sonnet |

Snow Replay

Not Again! six inches on top of the snow we already had! This started out to be a blank verse sonnet, but it didn't turn out that way.

The snow has smothered life tonight
Our world now gleams in flawless white
Below the earth, the bulbs’ low whine
impatient with delay of time.

Their voice is faint and fainter still
the cry of birds in fluffed-up chill
so hunger thinned in winter snap
with hidden food beneath its wrap.

Yet seed thrown out on top of snow
and cooked with peanut butter, slow
then shaped in cakes with honey glue
has brought to us a checkered queue

As daylight hails, we watch to see
this comic scene of feathered spree.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


Celebration Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton

Whisking flakes fluttering as the icicles start to melt
I'll never forget how the accumulation of snow felt
Natural cool air underneath the wearing of gloves
Time for gramma's hot chololate that I've always loved
Equator shifts and brings forth a winter solstice
Roses are almost here and so are my blooming hostas

Set my clock ahead as we all lose an hour of sleep
Picturesque and perfect bouncing into Spring with a leap
Radiant sun peaks through and shines for more hours
Inches of rain showers nourishing my precious flowers
Navy beans, chives and tomatoes grow with fascination
Green peas and peppers growing within my vegetation

From snowmen to butterflies, two mysteries of the natured mother, and icicles melting into fresh topiary creating a masterpiece, with day lilies, tulips and daffodils in my garden covered, I let them grow, then cut them fresh making a splendid centerpiece. icicles melting sprinkles of April showers gorgeous scenery ~Date Written : March 26, 2016~

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Winter's Final Gasp

Porcelain shroud slowly falls;
hapless Mother trapped inside.
For the next twelve weeks at least,
her time she’ll be forced to bide.

Returning from his exile,
Uncle Jack’s come out to play.
Across our world, it’s been said:
free to have his wicked way.

Undeterred, life struggles on;
endangered mammals slumber.
Safe, secure and snuggled down,
climate does not encumber.

Signs of season everywhere;
glassy ice and icy glass.
Crisp, consoling cracks ring out;
the crunch of frost-crusted grass.

Deep within the forest’s womb,
hidden seeds of life gestate.
Once this weather does improve,
eager to embrace their fate.

Newborn shoots raise sleepy heads;
late frost strikes a grievous blow.
Others will soon take their place,
bursting from the soil below.

Wisps of freezing fog linger;
this last vestige Jack did grasp.
But ‘tis futile, this foray;
Winter’s final, feeble, gasp.


(C) John C Michaels, 5th March 2017

Submitted to Rob Carmick's "Screwed XVII" contest (judged 6th May 2017)
(3rd Place)

Originally submitted to the "Open Poetry Competition" sponsored by Charlotte Jade Puddifoot (5th March 2017)

Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |

A Walk in the Woods

In the woods soft snow
falls on the first day of spring.
Two daffodils laugh.

Donal Mahoney

Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |

All Soft Feathers and Flight Muscles

In the intermediate zone between heaven and hell
opinions and complaints, after much moaning, may
come to be held in common.

The way a flock of chickadees
moves through the woods, cheerfully, 
each bird taking a turn on point.

All meaning must be found, here, in the middle zone, 
notwithstanding fears that rend and own us, 
of dying unknown.

A Spring day
the flycatcher broke its neck against our bay window
nothing changed.

I buried it, somewhat reverently, in a shallow grave.
No differently, really, than I would a man
who'd died suddenly.

Who'd left footprints in the snow
which became wild lily-of-the-valley, running pine
then snow again in time.

After long enmity
Sally hugs me, asks if I've been happy.
A moment in a year.

February, the light is long, more direct.
It's meaningless, repetitious
but held dear.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Pantoum |

In Slumber they Abide

 The snow laden garden lies in frozen repose
   Dreams which once bloomed in spring
 These now slumber with the rose
  But what will tomorrow bring

 Dreams which once bloomed in spring
 In slumber they abide
 But what will tomorrow bring
 Beautiful blooms that wont subside

 In slumber they abide
 But soon they will rise
 Beautiful blooms that wont subside
 Soon to rise like a phoenix before our eyes

 But soon they will rise
 Yet now they sweetly sleep
 Soon to rise like a phoenix before our eyes
 Covered now in snowflakes deep

 Yet now they sweetly sleep
 These now slumber with the rose
 Covered now in snowflakes deep
 The snow laden garden lies in frozen repose

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

Details | Alliteration |

Spring's wisp

Spring’s wisp
strolls tenderly

slowly moving,
singing songs of:

Spring’s bright,
Spring’s warmth…
Spring’s buds stringing along mine

Spring’s snow
Slowly prods
Spring’s wisp

Spring’s wisp aches for;
Spring’s strip

Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Season's Round

Summer sunshine in her hair
The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s promise buried there
Hints of Spring therein lies

The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s snow upon her skin
The seeds of Spring wait to rise
To field the Summer once again

Winter’s snow upon her skin
Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s vow to come again
Until Autumn takes its place

Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s sunshine in her hair
Autumn hints leave bare a trace
That Winter’s cold will follow there

Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |

Spring Ritual

After months of white covering substance That’s dominated the ground’s existence Powers of the sky peer down upon me And lo and behold there are green blades freed Grass is coming in sight by the sun’s rays The white fluffy snow has seen better days There’s now formed in the middle of the yard Small pond of water just playing its card Seasons change, the melting walk has begun White mass on the Earth melts under the sun Finding green grass, pleasant sight to behold In the sunlight the color looks quite bold Spring has come to save all from the bleak scene This process to turn snow to grass of green Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Spring Showers

Living on a mountain top in Vermont "Spring Showers" are very dangerous
With several feet of snow still covering the rocky terrain above the tree line
a recue unit is always prepared for the fools that climb the cliffs; unprepared
They pay no heed to the weather report: Spring Showers today and tomorrow
on top of a mountain the rain falls and creates tiny rivers under the snowdrifts
A slow rain tears the bottom layer of snow away with a sheet of ice at its base
The potential now for an Avalanche just rose 80%.Are there fools climbing today?
every fifteen minutes, the rescue squad check their gear. The thermo body raps,
Snowshoes, Snow spikes, heat sensored depth poles,helmets with red, yellow,
and green push on lights, two way radios;checked batteries,Coffee and Whiskey
When one lives up here long enough; You can hear the snowdrifts : drifting
It has been raining for almost 48 hours,as raindrops keep falling my fears rise
Down in the Valleys, they cherish the April Showers,looking forward to May Flowers
I have to go now and call on my ham operator radio for assistance.The alarm is
ringing, the Snow is rumbling down the side of the Mountain.You asked to tell why
we do or do not like Spring Showers. I will tell YOU when and if I Return.

April 15, 2013 for the Contest : "Spring Showers" Sponsored by "Russell Sivey"

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

spring snow

spring snow

    falling from a lone cloud

         sun shines in background

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cinquain |

Spring Crocus

Majestic flower
Pushing through snow
First sign of spring

Copyright © Peter Brown | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Wooden window , traditional 5-7-5

Wooden window creaks -
Tree branch swing hanging lowly 
Peeking sun thaws snow

Copyright © David Graham | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |


Melting snows begin to fade
   As a newborn season arrives,
      Refreshing our lives grown dull.
         Cradled in green budding leaves,
            Hushed by the winds of spring.

Written on August 10th, 2015

My birthday is March 4th, 1983

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Homonym Spring

Laying inn the grass watching the clouds float buy, my mined wanders aweigh as eye smell that apple pi. 

I've patiently waited four spring and now that's it's hear awl eye want two dew is sit outside and drink a bier.

I've waited four warmer whether and too bee outdoors, butt today I'm stuck inside and that's such a boar.

Spring inn Pennsylvania isn't as it seams, it goes from wareing shorts on a Monday then down to zero degrees. 

Lucky Mi!


Copyright © Jillian Sabecky | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


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

Details | Couplet |

Early Spring

*A Collaboration

The snow that shrinks in the glen and the wood 
Would gladly stay through the spring if it could.

While clouds have flown to free the sapphire sky, 
The liquid snow of winter tumbles by. 

It melts into puddles of liquid gold
As the sun's growing warmth exiles the cold.
The warming sun highlights the tips of trees, 
Inviting new growth, encouraging bees. 
The swaying daffodils are in full bloom, 
Yet others sleep in Mother Nature’s womb. 
Tiny green buds are peeking from the trees 
And big, white blossoms are soon to be seen!

The spring flowers raise their heads to the sun, 
Soon to be used for Easter bonnet fun.

*In the order they appear here, these seven couplets were written by: Craig Cornish, Isaiah Zerbst, Heather Ober, David Williams, Jack Horne, Andrea Dietrich, and Seren Roberts. Thanks for participating, guys! :)

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

an Early Spring on the Coast

Back east its snowing, 
there's blizzards galore.
Here on the west coast 
we count our daffodils and more.

Its sunny, its bright,
Spring blooms all around.
While back in the east 
a winter wonderland is found.

We are blessed on the coast,
Canada's banana belt
and we hope for your sakes
the ice will soon melt.

We see the carnage
that winter has brought
to our eastern neighbours 
and we sympathize a lot.

But we can't help but gloat,
though its wrong we know,
as we bask in the sunshine
while you get, yet more snow.

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2015

Details | Monoku |

Broken Monoku

Mountains flow tears
                      As spring snows dissipate

Contest: One Broken Monoku

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


Furiously the flakes fell, thickly coating
all they touched, breaking branches
with their weight. Yet still relentlessly
the snow cascaded seemingly ever thicker.

Freezing temperatures with icy fingers that
turned all they touched into frozen statues.
Ponds with ice two feet thick encouraging
the skaters to swirl, twirl and circle freely.

Flurry huge flakes that formed deep drifts
some topping out at fifteen feet barriers.
Suffocating  sheep and many others
with its cold relentless arms of purpose.

For now Winter reins in supremacy 
killing of the weak sending some
into hibernation seeking relief
from the biting bitter cold.

Furnaces blaze and their flames dance
throwing out some warmth and comfort,
bringing a reminder that soon
Spring will once more walk our lands.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Concrete |

The Four Seasons

There are four seasons in a year. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. In the Spring time, you can enjoy the outdoors and go for a walk. And look at the trees turning beautiful colors, you can also enjoy raking the leaves into a big pile and jump into them. We also know the New Year is coming with Winter. Winter is a cold month with snow, now the children can play outside in the snow. And everyone else can enjoy the snow also.

Copyright © Frances Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |


A year
in which
each day
brings one
tenth inch.
First the
window sills
are covered
then door
jambs. Our
lips are
sealed then
our eyes
shut. Sleep
like this
we've never
known. Will
Spring return? 
Unknown. We
care not.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Alliteration |

Springtime Alliteration

Spring savagely starting
Seeking solace soon 
Snowing swirling storming
Sun somewhere shining?

Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013

Details | Iambic Pentameter |


so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter

Copyright © Samuel Robinson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Imagism |

March 8

Spring forward?
my sleep deprived brain 
wants its hour back!
it wraps dreamy fingers 
around a second 
mug of tea. 
Outside the kitchen door,
winter in retreat
dropped a final, one two
punch, with feet 
of snow,  and sleet
back inside the warm
mud is on the floor?
Spring forward!

Copyright © Kate sparks | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


Those cloud clad trees
of early spring, too soon do
cover earth with snow.

Copyright © Amelia Harmon | 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 | Chant Royal |


It is not a sliver shame, that I have never felt what it feels like to dance along with the coldest feelings of winter, or  holiday away with the warmest summer breezing, or either skate swiftly on the snowfall iced grounds.

I might be called a complicated bush man, for this. But I do not feel less aware intelligently or less creative to life affairs.

Because, I am wise enough to know,that it is the same heavens, that someone on the sea sees, that is the same view someone on land sees also. There might be difference in the atmospheric temperature, but the heavens will always remain a sky and not a scarf or scar.

I am an alien to summer, autumn, winter, spring and definitely a super alien to snow, but I am not an alien to hope, understand and experience, and surely my faith and hope of being in a snowy, summer and winter environment, shall never expire, this I known!

One day, I shall make summer my muffler of inspiration, 
autumn, my soulful air of perseverances and continuity to excellence,
While winter, will be my successful coolant, to fluid up the burning inspiration of my unborn books.

Till then, 
I shall humbly wait and boldly work on, sincerely to a fashionably attractive endeavour, till I completely erase the uncultivated feelings. 

And when I have achieved my crystal dreams of dancing to the summer breeze and clothing myself with snows, then I shall shake the sown feelings off, and start dreaming of visiting the moon.

Copyright © femi joey oloidi | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |

Snow Flakes and Easter Lilies

Snow flakes and Easter lilies scatter the ground
Winter time and Spring time seem to be having a round
Like a game of tug of war each side wants control
Today it was winter who wanted to rock n roll
Tomorrow maybe Spring time will give it a heave ho
Guess we won’t know till tomorrow though

Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |

Gripping Roots, Coats Of Snow , THE God Phoenix Rises

 flower, god, rain, spring, winter, dance, birth, sunshine,

Birds chirp spring’s sunshine
Rain showers the ground outdoors
Plants begin to grow
Gripping roots draw nourishment
Mother Nature's weathered gifts!

Coats Of Snow © Tanka

Pure white coats stockpile
And cold shouts a freeze
Daylights sunshine glare
Early moonbeam blights a kissing
And dance the night time sky!


In Arabian ash 
Half a centuries' time
Beauteous ‘Phoenix’ ashes lay
For five hundred years 
Ageing in Arabian soil 
Will rise awake sentence-free! 

Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015