Best Midwinter Poems
In the patient stillness
of a mid-winter’s night,
whispers from nature
ride the drifting winds;
trees whisper secrets
into the moonlight’s rays
and my spirit revels within the din,
of Gaia’s soul sounds.
Paw pads impress the diamond snow
that shimmering upon the air,
casts itself upon fir and oak
to rest upon both hill and bough.
Within her arteries,
soft down and fur
of breath slowed down
to passive crawl;
the heartbeat of the supine
rabbit echoes her pulse.
Gaia beds her children down,
in hibernation’s dreamtime sleep;
her freshly blanketed breast,
exudes tranquility.
12-20-19
STRAND SPECIAL 6,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Categories:
midwinter, earth, environment, nature, poems,
Form:
Free verse
In frosted field the shrouded horses stand
As statues still and frozen in quiescence
No wish to raise their heads their faces bland
‘Til tepid sun should hint at incandescence
Verse taken from poem: Winter Morning Star
Submitted ~ December 2018
For contest: Arbitrium Divisa 2
24 June 2019
Categories:
midwinter, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Trees fingering the bone-
white of winter are stripped bare
under the chilled blue sky.
Categories:
midwinter, february, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Caught in midwinter night’s grasp
My windfilled eyes brim with tears
But what are tears in the dark
When the snow
fills my heart
with the light
of dying
stars
Categories:
midwinter, beauty, snow, stars, winter,
Form:
Free verse
The snow, lit, sparkles
Each flake reflects the moon’s light
Revealing the night
Revealing the night
In its blanketed beauty
Enriching the heart
Enriching the heart
With a sense of adventure
Magic in the air
Magic in the air
Stirs my imagination
Excitement rising
Excitement rising
I feel the day approaching
What adventure comes
What adventure comes
Beneath the moon, I wonder
As it shines above
As it shines above
The moon turns nighttime to day
The snow, lit, sparkles
Categories:
midwinter, appreciation, beauty, hope, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Midst sullen storm and winter's grip,
Secure and warm I toddies sip.
By fireside glow my thoughts take wing.
While watching snow, I dream of spring.
Spring's swimming pools, azalea shrubs,
And garden tools and hiking clubs.
It's daffodils and meadows green,
Beguiling hills and robins seen.
Spring's sandals, shorts, and twilight strolls
And outdoor sports and fishing holes.
It's parks and plows and lake canoes
And budding boughs and barbecues.
Spring's berry pies and blossom scents
And butterflies and camping tents.
It's barefoot boys and scabby knees
And playground noise and climbing trees.
Spring's sandy shores and open doors.
It's burgers grilled and bleachers filled.
It's nesting pairs, awakened bears
And county fairs and folding chairs.
Spring's frisbees thrown and fledglings born
And lilies grown for Easter morn.
It's graduation, seeking jobs,
And spring vacation's rowdy mobs.
Spring's thunderstorms and lightning bolts,
Orlando swarms and Derby colts.
It's Masters play and op'ning day,
The Final Four and Indy's roar.
Spring's wagonloads on country roads,
Balloons and kites and eagle flights.
It's dates for proms, a day for moms,
A bride's trousseau and lawns to mow.
Spring's April rains and billowed sails
And shady lanes and followed trails.
It's love's caress and early dawn
And happiness that winter's gone.
Categories:
midwinter, april, beauty, dream, happiness,
Form:
Quatrain
Oh, the grey of the heavens is greyer
Than the faces of the eternal dead,
As they crease and splinter decaying
With a texture of chapel roof lead.
The ice that sails in on the howling
Of winds that descend from the hills,
Burns through the cloth and the flesh
With a fury of ravening chills.
Oh, the black of the river is blacker
Than the feathers of raven wings,
As the waters in slow motion currents
Creep like the death of all things.
The eyes that seize onto the vista
Film with cataracts stippled with frost,
And in the bleak depths of midwinter
Sleeps the land of the lonely and lost.
Categories:
midwinter, imagination, life, seasons,
Form:
Verse
The picture this carol conveys
real thoughts of frost biting hard
with snow fallen all around
just like a festive Christmas card
Paints a picture God’s great
far larger than earth so majestic
but humbled came to a stable
became man proving it all prophetic
This is God who cherubim’s worship
incessantly they do with no interruption
but this Lord willingly lowered Himself
not seeking man’s approval nor admiration
When I sing this beautiful carol
my mind considers God’s wondrous grace
of turning my bleak midwinter life
into glory desiring only His lovely face
This is the one who’s my saviour
who came here leaving heaven’s glory
for my salvation becoming my substitute
truly making my redemption story
(‘In the Bleak Midwinter - written by Christina Georgina Rossetti.)
Categories:
midwinter, christmas, poetess, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
after Christina Rosetti
Pour leaves into a gossamer bag, the kettle boils
in the bleak midwinter
the orange-brown water steams your mug and glasses
watching snow fall in the bleak midwinter
the cinnamon scent of your mothers touch
fills your nose in the bleak midwinter
the teardrop shed at her absence joins your mug—
your mother passed this bleak midwinter
one rotation round the earth, the first and last snow falls
without her here, the coming end of the bleak midwinter
Categories:
midwinter, loss,
Form:
Ghazal
As the Earth’s Southern Pole is pushed farthest
Away from sun, Winter Solstice arrives.
The sleepy sun's up-time is, the shortest
It's been all this year, shortchanging our lives.
Sol has its sway and makes the shortest day.
Daylight dwindles to a feeble short glow,
The sun, embarrassed, hides its face away.
Knowing it's failed to deliver its show.
Though darkness still prevails, its hold will wane.
Sol relents, pays the rent, stays up longer.
With the extra sunshine, life will regain
Its vibrancy, springing back, growing stronger.
From now on, every day will be longer.
We can linger longer in the sunshine.
Bathing in the warm rays that grow stronger,
Until the Summer Solstice, brings decline.
Categories:
midwinter, earth, spring, summer, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
Listen, shhh!! Quiet, there it is
A songbird of spring, here in January
I am not experiencing discombobulation
Or am I
How awesome to hear that sound
No, the phoebe isn't there
Checking out last year's nest
He is experiencing live moments
Somewhere living life
Until he will live here again
Am I discombobulated yet__or are you
Maybe I could come up with
An alternate plan
Or maybe alternate between two perplexing
Alternatives
Outside in the sunshine
Such a great attribute
For the middle of winter
There was a call
And to a dove I did attribute the sound
Yes!! Yes!! A definite coo__
Done deliberately by him
There's no need to deliberate
A dove calling for a mate
In January
We are not in a desert here
It is wet and cold
Nor are we deserted by birds
Their songs are gold
In the spring
So I am not discombobulated
Just old
Categories:
midwinter, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
a midwinter sign
In the dead of night
Freezing and so quiet
It began to snow
Categories:
midwinter, snow, winter,
Form:
Haiku