Best Snowbanks Poems
Mini, musical meowing, eight weeks old, smaller than
Icicles hanging from the porch, she slips into the
Snowbanks, a frock of fluffed-out fur, dashes in, nestles on
Tissue paper, a tiny tiger with stripes of gray, now pouncing on
Lights blinking, there-gone, there-gone, where? her
Eyes a green mirror of mine, now she is
Tangled in tinsel, crouching butt-wiggle, batting
Ornaments and chewing ribbon, scaling our
Everest of a tree, my Christmas kitten I named Mistletoe.
12/19/18
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." ~ Anne Bradstreet
Winter’s quick wind slips shadows through my soul,
Risking dawn’s light, leaving a mournful glow.
Deprived winking stars, moon will still console,
Grasping night with promise of graceful flow.
Wintery breath clasps the silent snow’s fall,
Rescuing each flake with cool, frosty thanks.
Gasping at the dance, beauty not so small,
Braving the night, gentling even snowbanks.
Wintertime comes and goes, leaving light trails,
Glistening joys, falling from the night skies,
Racing to meet life with enticing tales,
Memories of sweet love that never dies.
Winter’s easy light glows into the night,
Moving souls to hear its legend so bright.
Boys carry their snow sleds
up, up
to the highest peak
scaling risk
their voices pitched
chattering noise of expectation
frozen giddiness on snow packed hills
boys belly flop onto plastic sleighs
bubble-headed jauntiness launches them
lunging down, down
bewildering "swish" of speed
smashing white drifts
projectiles scattered
boys tossed in snowbanks like pizza dough spinning
baked together in joy
pushing the balance of extreme
runs repeated
brash, blunt, bold
epic span of freedom
ignoring downfalls from ill timed moves
in a lost sense of direction
gleefully tired
snow flecked
boys wheeze the icy air
make their way home
their talk clotted with bravado
beneath it, the unspoken promise to never tire
of boyhood
in twilight, the slopes gleam
gouged by sled marks
that clear a path for growth
targeted direction
and if boys fall from the path
are there souls
who'll notice?
when ruts threaten
when sleds teeter
in unruly spaces
Poem composed February 2, 2022
I drove by snowbanks with mountains in view
Pleasant thoughts traveled with me on my ride
Under deep blue skies, in a bright sun’s golden hue
When it caught my eye, flying from the side
A Bald Eagle soared out of trees I passed
Pleasant thoughts traveled with me on my ride
A sight captured in my mind, now to last
A clear elegant flight, welcomed me
A Bald Eagle flew out of trees I passed
So grateful for a surprise sight to see
Nothing but a smile was left on my face
A clear elegant flight, welcomed me
My thoughts now lifted to another place
Things we may see next, we do not know
Nothing but a smile was left on my face
We seek answers, yet so much to know
I drove by snowbanks with mountains in view
An eagle caught my eye, star of the show
Under deep blue skies, in sun’s bright golden hue
Heidi Sands
3/9/19
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At half past five, when the streetlights blinked on,
Mrs. Henderson patted her pockets—then frowned.
Her favorite scarf, the wool one with ducks,
had vanished between the bus stop and Dunk's.
She retraced her steps past the slurping snowbanks,
peered into gutters half-clogged with ice,
even asked the displeased parking meter attendant,
who shrugged and resumed his existential crisis.
Meanwhile, two blocks down, a very large crow
tugged at something blue in the branches of a spruce.
A jogger slowed, squinted upward, and called,
Hey! That’s not yours!—but the crow was no gracious goose.
It cackled, triumphant, and launched into flight,
scarf trailing like some bizarre kite tail.
Mrs. Henderson, rounding the corner, gasped,
then burst out laughing—what else to do?
The crow dropped it (finally!) near the old diner,
where it landed, quite softly, on a snowman’s neck.
The snowman, indifferent, stared straight ahead.
Mrs. Henderson sighed, tucked it in, stepped back.
Keep it, she murmured. You’ll need it more.
And the scarf stayed put—at least till the thaw.
High snowbanks surround
Slush puddles frozen on street
Seagull atop pole.
An Haiku from Your Window contest
Carol Fillmore
The Weather People say it surely has been
A couple of cold and snowy winter months
I'm not at all pleased with this revelation
Long for the days it was once
Used to wonder if we'd have a green Christmas
Well there sure was no question this year
Would've been a miracle if it turned out green
We had snowbanks up to our ears
Lived in Canada since the day I was born
Should be used to weather up here
It's something we actually never get used to
More than once I've frozen my ears
Why me? Why wasn't I born down in Jamaica
Walk around in shorts all day
Dream on my friend, think of this
Could've lived near Hudson's Bay
© Jack Ellison 2014
Walk across the frozen fields
Inhale the frosty air
Nap before a blazing fire
The tall tales that we share
Etching angels in the snow
Reward the inner child
Wage a friendly snowball fight
Obsess, let joy run wild
Nutmeg eggnog with cinnamon
Deep snowbanks edge the lane
Everything is fresh and new
Replacing autumns wane
Lakes attract the skaters
And to hills the skiers go, I'm
Never more alive then when I'm
Dancing in the snow
~Towns in the Moonlight~
Nestled in snowbanks, bright.
Just past the old, wooden bridge.
Sounds of angels’ wings.
11/26/2021
quicksilver
he chases the squirrel
into the icy field
snapping
branches trap him
until they break
keen
eyes on the chase
skimming over snowbanks
he wins
quicksilver
he chases the squirrel
into the icy field
snapping
branches trap him
until they break
keen
eyes on the chase
skimming over snowbanks
he wins
The wind roars like a lion
As a sheet of snow, blows on by
Dusting of white sticks to windows
The weighed down bushes tip over
Outside, there is a brewing war
I walk, bting wind on my face,
By the snowbanks climbing higher
I hear loud scraping of plows
The tree branches crack like gunshots
Suddenly, blinded by white-out
All the animals have hidden
Parked cars are buried, pillowed mounds
No time to keep up with shoveling
The storm is whipping nature
Then it slows, miraculous ways
Change tames wind all around
Smoke now seen from.the tall chimneys
Light breaks through and the war is won
12/26/22
Entry for the winter storm contest. Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues
Hurtling clumsily through dark layers of sky --
Unwelcome residue of engorged, menacing clouds --
Gathering momentum, bulking up as they descend
To stab the helpless ground with their frigid edges
Few brave this nasty turn of events -- by which
Peaceful cityscapes are transformed into cold infernos
Of fiery ice -- to greet them, to acknowledge their
Triumph over once-soft, once-pliant 'Mother Earth'...
Like bullets from b-b guns or darts from tasers
They burrow into the earth, into snowdrifts, into
Snowbanks, slashing their way -- howling through the
Clogged arteries of a grating metropolis, grinding her gears
Cold air, strong wind, high snowbanks, with sun still shining through
A brisk, clear, walk will wake you up from all that you do
Branches squeaking all around from the wind that blows
Winter’s endurance is stronger than anyone knows
Frozen snowballs are scattered across the pavement on the street
Slippery ice patches are everywhere to look out for, under your feet
This is what you see in the mountains from many arctic blasts
While the long winter shows its mighty force, for as long as it lasts
Heidi Sands
2/26/19
*Inspired by the Photo
The road but lonely, takes me to a new special place
Lavender skies, with pink cloud reminders of peace
That I may release some things, to shed this tired face
As miles leave behind the fight for conflict to cease
There is not a soul in sight in the empty space ahead
Beyond the piles of frozen snowbanks I pass by
Only troubled thoughts remain from where I fled
Across the miles, beneath the wide promising sky
The snow has touched the trees decorated so fine
The air I breathe is fresh as all the newborn dreams
The middle of the road I travel, is divided by a line
Where the destination I seek, is not as far as it seems
Heidi Sands
2/20/19