Best Naturesnow Poems
Outside so cold
Let Winters story unfold
The lake now ice
A fire out back, so nice
As the blizzard sets in
A snowball fight will separate the boys from the men
A snowman emerges from hard work
A little boy knocks it over, what a jerk
A snow day for school
All the kids think it's cool
Shovel the snow from the porch
The intense cold can scorch
Go back inside
From the cold, run and hide
SNOW,SNOW,SNOW"
I'm stuck in the house again.
Blowing snow that freezes skin.
Burning wood to stay warm.
Covered with snow in the next morn.
Thank God we were ready when it came.
The storm of the century will never been the same.
Everything is white and covered with snow.
When we get out of the yard we don't know.
So hope we're not stuck for very long.
Hopeing my faith stays strong.
Teresa Skyles
The storm of the century here in Oklahoma.
AND SO THE SNOW
And so the snow
Continues to blow
The wind
It's driving force
The hills, once brown with sand
Took on a new face today
White until the barest rocks
Almost did not exhist
Then the sun did come out
The temp twenty at it's height
Nothing happened all was still
The mountain cold and white
Ten days went by, the Holidays passed
All was beautyful to behold
Ten inches of snow but it took help
Before I got to go
My readings done
My groceries bought
I breathed a sigh
And went back home
That night on the TV
The weather man did grin
Ducked his head, cleared his throat
And then he did begin
"An arctic front is coming in
Lots of snow and dangerous wind"
And so I ordered more propane, gritted my teeth
"Here we go again"
The build up of snow like last time
This time never came
The snow did come but before it built
The wind had then stepped in
The number of inches was hard to guess
But the drifts began to grow,
I watched the ghosts swirl and sway
And dance among the rocks all day
Day one, day two, the beginning of three
The sun does have a scheen
And as like the day before
It's the wind predicts the scene
As the sun begins to think of rest
It high lights the bare ridges
And the shadows of the drifts
Has not the ghosts hidden
I went to Church today
And had ease of mind
I no longer feared the ice and snow
I just sprinkled salt where I wanted to go
Cile Beer
Winter snow deepens
Harbinger of Springtime nods
Snowdrops, more snow drops
I couldn’t believe it when I woke up today
It had snowed and settled and blocked my driveway
A white blanket had covered the whole of my car
So I knew by then that I wouldn’t get far
It had been forecast but we didn’t expect
To get such a downfall like that just yet
It hasn’t snowed like this for some years
But for some it has caused a few tears
Everything stops when the snow is so thick
I was so glad I was off work sick
I wouldn’t have got off the drive today
The white blanket of snow had got in the way
It was years ago now since the snow fell this way
I haven’t seen as much snow as today
The buses stopped running and the trains stood still
I couldn’t get out coz I live up a hill
The snowflakes were falling like cotton wool balls
I looked out of my window as the snowflakes fall
I was going to build a snowman but I was too tired
After clearing the driveway my energy expired
The snow on the hills looked so wonderfully white
The sky was full and in the night it was still bright
It was just like a scene from a Christmas card
In the morning it was icy and the snow had gone hard
The roads have been gritted but only the main
They even forecast some more snow again
So although it looks like a picture out there
It would be much better if it was elsewhere
As I walk next to the frozen pond
The early morning sun was rising from behind the hill in the distance
Its warm rays peek through the line of maples
The air was still, the day was quiet
Only yesterday’s snow crunches with each step I take,
And the new freshly fallen powdery snow swooshes out from under my boots
I wondered, as I peered at the icy pond, would it support my weight
Should I venture across?
I would reach the road faster by cutting across, and decided to risk it
Gingerly I stepped, one foot at a time, holding my breath, closing my eyes,
Listening for the ominous crack
The air was still, the day was quiet
I hastened my step, quickly, lightly
It was a narrow, but a long pond, and deep for one so small
My heart pounded at the thought of its bottom
Nearing the center, the belly of this beast, a sharp noise stopped me like a statue
On the frozen pond
standing in the pouring rain
all of a sudden the snow began
largest snowflakes I've ever seen
yet still came the rain, how can it be
I've seen it flood like a river
and snow so hard it makes you shiver
but until now I've yet to behold
the pouring rain in blustery snow
The snow is capable
of taking on infinite patterns
Individually, each flake
assumes a separate identity
Collectively, however,
a true stratum of conformity takes place
It may manifest itself as the light powder,
innocent, just its appearance
makes you want to throw yourself into it
Spin with delight
But under the powder, there is, too,
the danger of grey snow--
the trap above the grave
Dirty and streaked with debris
This is not the snow which retains
a beautiful and exquisite uniqueness
The Greenlanders knew each stage
of such snow strata
Knew just how much pressure was safe
Where every foot placement must come down
And if one is uninitiated to every criteria
for staying alive
Arrival is no longer a question.
I write this as I watch the storm.
A blizzard if you will, although I enjoy it.
The ice encompasses the trees.
Melting away, it drips from each branch.
The storm rages on...
I hear the cries of the whipping winds.
Mother Nature's screams of anguish flood my ears.
As the snow falls from the sky, it begins to devour the land I once knew.
The storm rages on...
As if attempting to be malicious, limbs of the trees began to fall.
Her power seems to be immeasurable.
But her destruction is done with a sense of elegance.
It is as if, it is her own personal form of art.
The storm begins to calm...
As her devastation lessens, beauty emerges.
The snow gleams bright with the reflection of the sun.
Almost blinding, but breathtaking nevertheless.
It seems to me that in the end, love has come from her fury...
A true mysterious ending to such simple horror...
The storm ends...
Across
North America
temperatures plunge
dramatically;
then steady snow
takes over to transform this quite village
into an alpine scenery;
quickly stepping out of the slamming door:
I call out to Erica,
but she's having a hilarious snow fight
with Jack and Paul!
I hesitate to slip on my boots,
then rush out with a playful mood:
to be hit in the face
at close range,
but rapidly
and precisely
I toss!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Snowflake gentle, white and exquisite
Newly fallen snow and crisp fresh air
Outside fun in the snow and fresh air walks
White and pure, six points to a snowflake
Flakes of snow that melt slowly
Like white cotton, the snowflakes fall
A scene of winter, touching the rooftops of houses
Kind to the passerby, a winter portrait
Excellent when the sun shines on a winter's day
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
As the nights are getting cold
we snuggle
into our blankets even more
heavier P.J.'s
I daresay
The snow is being prepared
every night and morning
children look outside their windows
hoping to see the snow on the ground
or maybe just maybe a snowflake in the air
These days and nights are changing
as the snow flakes come as one
to be among us
until the summer
which is yet to come.
The snowfields of my childhood
Are but memories today
In mild winters where I now live
Fifteen hundred miles away.
But today I wakened to a sight
That took me back in time.
Bright snow lies glistening on the ground.
The trees are wreathed with rime.
My little year-round garden
Is hunkered out of sight.
Dire warnings on the TV--
There will be more snow tonight.
The schools are closed and children
Are sledding down the hills,
Some partaking for the first time
In a winter day of thrills.
The roads are ice arenas which
Few drivers can traverse.
Cars lie abandoned by the side
Or in the ditch or worse.
In the winters of the long ago
My daddy kept a sleigh
And a horse or two to pull it
On such a wintry day.
Over-coats and galoshes
Were ours in good supply,
To get us through the winter's cold
And snow drifts, mountain high.
I wish that I could conjure up
A horse and big red sleigh
That I could take out for a drive
On a sunny, winter's day.
I'd gather up my grand-children
In my big sled for a ride,
To see the startling beauty of
A wintry country-side.
won 10th place
Moonlight glistens
on snow and he's stalking,
slyly slinking, belly-cresting
coverts to the coop.
Silence his canopy,
hugging the hedgerows
to safeguard his cover,
with death in his eyes.
Silence is shattered,
the virgin white snow is be-spattered;
no mercy is shown,
no quarter is given.
Silence settles again,
he retires, hunger sated;
he'll forage again when
his craving dictates.
December, December
The snow has come
Falling all night long
Kids its time to have some fun
December, December
Children playing in the snow
Skating and sledding
Faces all aglow
December, December
More snow will come
Then all through the winter
Kids will have more fun