Winter Animal Poems | Examples
These Winter Animal poems are examples of Animal poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Animal Winter poems written by international poets.
No Damage Done
The storm approached suddenly
And the wind blew fiercely
But the tree fell slowly
It landed softly
Trying not to disturb the gentle plants and trees around it
The animals in the forest
Watched it fall
It would have been a cozy home
For me and my family
Said the squirrel
The perfect place for a nest
Said the robin
Its nuts would have given me food for winter
Said the chipmunk
It was a nice shady spot for napping
Said the bear
It landed softly, no damage done
Said the man
The animals of the forest agreed
The man will never know
The value of a tree
In spring we come out to see life,
out from our long cold winter's nap.
Bears are so loving not wildlife.
Love can be grand.
I am your big fun bear asap,
you are my fury playful wife,
I love to see you in gift-wrap.
Tonight we need some fun nightlife,
eating fish not from a flytrap,
using my big claws not a knife,
Love can be grand.
Winter comes.
Cold wind numbs
and cuts.
I am furry,
in a hurry.
See me scurry.
How I worry.
So, I bury
a nut.
three bear cubs
walked out of the trees
onto the driveway...
they were coated
from head to tail
with caterpillars...
and spent the next
half hour licking the
crawling protein off...
it was not to be wasted
according to instinct too
prepare for next winter now...
len
As the smiles in the cloud brighten,
a cloudburst of joy
sends gentle kisses on our rooftops,
pouring down clouded tears—
bottled-up emotions
to quench the thirsts of
humans, plants, animals... and phantoms.
The trees—
with feet rooted deep in earth—
stood humble as a worm.
The birds~
wings shyly folded to drain the rain—
could not dry-clean the leak in their nests.
Each drop of the rain
carried the smell of the earth,
as runoffs calmed the fury of a beast
threatening to devour the landscape—
along with the thunder.
Then twilight knocks—
the stream of tears halts mid-flow,
the music stops, as rain pulls up the curb;
dry rain clutches the biting wind...
to remind us: it's winter not summer.
It was grandma’s last winter.
I watched her hurry outside
to split enough wood so her old kitchen stove
would burn through the new storm
she felt gathering
along the horizon,
its first eiderdown already afloat
on the twilight
settling over her white garden.
From nowhere
a dog tormented by visions
plunged through the drifts
and laid ahold of her leg.
She hacked half through its neck
and crawled to the house,
dragging the axe in her blood-trail
lest she lose it in the snow.
She bandaged her wound at the sink.
My breath frosted the pane,
and rubbing a hole
I peered through the gloom
at the scarlet peony
blooming ‘round the dog’s matted head.
The thickening whorl of snow
gently tousled its fur,
tucking it in
until spring.
Let us take a road trip,
now off with bags and zip.
Snow covers the wide road,
no grass here to be mowed.
Cow riding the tractor,
is it a huge actor?
Issue, O Iridescence!
Luminesce on the sly.
Pore over, phosphorescence?
Oh yes, and here is why!
Students of the nebula!
Empire has its cost!
Best to keep it regular?
That or deal of Faust!
Sauced, are ye, wild warriors?
Well, at times it's best.
Lost and sinking? Sail azures!
Tours and boors need rest.
Zest, O mighty zephyr!
Boreal pole, hear all!
Have you seen the lost heifer?
My! Io, give a call...
Fall, when winter, taciturn;
Sends the snow and ice;
Sullen, silent, spares to spurn;
Miracled device;
What will avail travelers?
High road, one with us?
Gods of death, synthetic furs?
Bile and blunderbuss!
Muss on heads of wearied folk?
That is not good news.
O for eggs with scrambled yolk!
Doom, Death, disabuse...
Channeled communications?
Be sure to precise read.
Otherwise re-educations!
Draw bead, O my greed!
Weed atop the giant's mound?
Zero Lost and Found?
O ye serpents, hissing sound?
Next below the ground...
Warning? Dark fire, warming?
O locusts on the air:
Sudden is thy swarming?
Life, ladies, is not fair...
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
She has come from afar because she spent most of the winter in Mexico
Aware of her destiny, she's not aimlessly flopping about to and fro
Quietly, she flaps through the air like a symphony on the wings of the wind
Sound is no specialty of hers, but to ignore her beauty would be an awful sin
clumps of blow on fur
side to side their heads plow snow
in Yellowstone
Over the hills and down below never knew winter was so slow
I'm a tired old goat longing for the winds of spring to blow.
Footsteps frozen in time:
Your last words.
Your final memory
Embroidered on my soul
In the garden,
Where you used to play.
You made pawprints on my heart
The day I met you
That never faded away
But soon the rain will come
And your footsteps,
Engraved in the winter ground,
Will turn to mud and
Disappear.
Winter snow oppresses stark branches
as the last of autumn deciduousness
slips silently to the ground.
Thud!
Snowflakes spring into life
like summer dandelions frolicking in the biting cold-
There at the heart of the frozen world lies my dog,
grinning.
If a gopher sees its shadow
Winter's here to stay
More accurate than any weatherman
Even gets it right for yesterday!
I live far -far North of sustainable warmth.
At times in winter, it's so cold
that the snow under my boots
goes into frosty death rattle mode.
It's within this hue of brutal
that an unknown entity cries out softly
as I step outside into the frigid froth.
It sounds more birdlike or the soul of a white moth.
I think it's praying for sunshine-while begging for a crumb.
Forming a triolet with my boots beneath the frozen gloaming.