Best Snowshoe Poems
Eagle takes to flight
A snowshoe hare seeks shelter
The circle of life
Categories:
snowshoe, life,
Form:
Haiku
Above the fire
Next to
The gnarled
Moose head
Single snowshoe
Desert varnish
Dry window
Cold
Air
Windless
White
Night
Snowshoe tracks
Deep within my heart
Categories:
snowshoe, allegory
Form:
Free verse
A very lucky rabbit
Is the northern snowshoe hare …
Each year he gets new furry boots,
And a fur coat with each pair!
Categories:
snowshoe, animals, children, funny
Form:
Epigram
bitter snow blizzard
winter winds whisper warnings ~
snowshoe hare forages
( this poem on PS syllable counter is 17 syllables and 18 on howmanysyllables.com. I posted it as is due to the imagery that it captures. Just a disclaimer since this has been brought to my attention.)
Categories:
snowshoe, nature, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Sea caps, white, shadows
Fin, cutting above surface
White caps part, Great White
Herons calling out
Congregating over cove
A gaggle of clouds
Eagle soars above
Snowshoe hare, new tracks, no hare
Disguise of whiteness
Categories:
snowshoe, nature,
Form:
Haiku
It was dusk when she came slowly across the snow,
dusk was in moments and she was ready;
her big snowshoe feet made her steps steady,
her eyes saw a rabbit and she crept forward low.
She had mated as snowflakes floated in the trees,
and in the spring her babies would be born;
she made a hidden nest of branches torn,
and had to eat for her babies all she would seize.
Her home was a cold northern forest protected,
no longer was she prey for the fur trade;
yet her fear of humans will never fade,
now, laws allow Lynx to never be neglected.
In a leave strewn nest the utter of a low mew,
four small kittens wailing like violins;
and new life is created and begins,
but nature is so cruel and four became two.
In the forest there are so many preying shades,
and she must leave the nest to hunt rabbit;
for at dusk this is her normal habit,
when mother returns there is blood on the green blades.
The forest has many eyes seeking and waiting,
and not all the baby creatures survive;
not all the Lynx population will thrive,
this part of nature, I will always be hating.
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January 23, 2019
Poetry/Enclosed Rhyme/The Forest Has Eyes
Copyright Protected, ID 19-11107-449-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Enclosed Rhyme
sponsor, Emile Pinet
Fourth Place
Categories:
snowshoe, animal, nature,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
It was supposed to be
A simple snowshoe expedition
Nothing glamorous or too exciting
But the day started out magnificent
Gloriously sunny and mild
Ideal for newbies and amateurs
It felt like a girl guide outing
Average age was ten
The trail was awesome
Breathtaking on either side
Snow covered bushes as far as you could see
Glistening sprinkling of fairy dust
And here we were single file
A line up of coloured tuques and snowsuits
Getting acquainted with our snowshoes
Making our imprints with every step
What a surprise awaiting around the corner
A huge bonfire
Who would have guessed
Roasting wieners on a branch
Best lunch we ever had
A most magical marvelous memory
When all was done and said
Nothing left but light fluffy snowflakes
Caressing the last few remaining embers
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted for contest EMBERS AND SNOWFLAKES sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSEN - January 2, 2018
Categories:
snowshoe, adventure, fire, nature, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
WELCOMING WINTER
In mid-winter we will be wed:
Oh, that the cool whiteness could be sped !
How my heart waits for her cool embrace
And the feel of snow flakes on my face,
Running warm through her frosted trees,
Watching the river’s fastness slow to freeze,
And the warmth that follows a ski-run,
And the snowshoe races full of fun.
Waiting so long is a weary task,
Till I’m crumping her white damask
Into pearl-grey hollows ,
And shaping shallow billows.
Then our hands touch in warmth and we know
There’s only a few weeks to go :
A smile from each diamond encrusted branch
Shows my face all a-blanch.
As my love walks close by me in a hush
My heart overflows at her special blush.
On sunlit silver snow no cold-eyed tear.
Oh my heart yearns for wintry land soon this year !
Categories:
snowshoe, seasons, wedding, heart, snow,
Form:
Couplet
Shortest day, longest night
Celebration of light
Glistening ice and snow
Temperatures low
Bare trees
Ponds freeze
Dress warm
Long sleeve uniform
Cardigans and sweatshirts
Goodbye mini skirts
Silk and wool
Indoor pool
Soup and stew
Don’t misconstrue
Wish Bread
Glaze spread
Cinnamon and cloves
On stoves
Ice skating
Snow tube inflating
Snow skiing
Snowboard leaping
Snowshoe wearing
Spectators staring
Hope, intentions, and new year
Celebrate and cheer
Yule brings hope of life
Robins and wrens in strife
Red, white, green, and gold
My, it’s cold!
Categories:
snowshoe, blessing, december, international, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
cold moon horizon
omniscient orb delays dawn ~
snowshoe hare shivers
(December Full Moon – Mohican)
Categories:
snowshoe, animal, imagery, moon, native
Form:
Haiku
BEFORE SPRING COMES
This valley’s empty blueness
Is filling now with clear sunlight.
Snow clumps tumble from branches
Into man-deep drifts soft bright -
Warmth-rounded, but still chilled.
Big snowshoe-footprints harden
Into pools of blue shadow -
Setting off from a house and garden,
Half-hidden, marked only by the low
Recent prints half-filled.
Categories:
snowshoe, nature
Form:
Quatrain
The cream esteem my winter coat,
a mink nearby agrees,
temptation wiles beyond the gloat,
a warming gentle breeze.
The juggernaut that Arctic blinds,
the absence of my food,
of barks and twigs and other finds,
the breath of Spring feels good.
Our ashen whites will prompt away,
to chestnut furriness,
we'll blend right in without delay,
Earth tones are more than less.
The thawing out of wintry days,
the freshness of the spring,
revealing plants and shoots neath rays,
the wealth this season brings.
The game afoot, who'd be the prey,
the predators are loose,
a field of grass now on display,
sweet green blades, flags of truce.
A mumbling heard neath weights of snow,
a pair of eyes are slushed,
two ears pop up to words of woe,
it's just a dream, I'm crushed!
Categories:
snowshoe, animal, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Pure and pristine
layers upon layers accumulate on the scene,
cold winds blowing, sifting, drifting, serene;
the sun rising high with little warm
blinding brilliance after the storm
the land asleep safe and unharmed;
shovels scraping, snow quaking
plows earth-shaking
snow ready for the taking;
but in the yard, nature's warden
the soft blanketed snow garden
a pure untouched slate well pardoned;
where sandy fawns sleep
the imprints of large and tiny feet,
feathered friends and creatures come out of retreat,
squirrel tracks here and there
comparable to a snowshoe hare
suddenly the world exists without a care
and peace returns for the moments marked
focus for the times harsh and stark
and futures upon which we shall embark,
leaving imprints upon the snow
soon enough, it's time will go,
shoveled to the side and swept away
waiting on the end of January days.
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Categories:
snowshoe, allusion,
Form:
Rhyme
frigid moonless night
snowshoe prints quickly covered
embers die slowly
Categories:
snowshoe, dark, imagery, winter,
Form:
Haiku
I was born in a cave den with seven other kittens in the Fall,
born blind and helpless but my nose could sense my mom;
all I wanted to do was nestle close and drink her sweet milk,
as days passed by my eyes opened to discover my siblings.
We loved to tumble and play in the den while mom slept,
at twilight she would leave us and come back smelling of blood;
and this was our routine for months until the snow fell,
I could smell it cold and fresh outside the cave opening.
Wanting to explore I would peak out but mom dragged me back,
then, one day she let us follow her into the snowy night;
our snowshoe paws left big footprints as we followed closely,
mom taught us to be silent and taught us to catch snowshoe hare.
I grew quickly and discovered I was an agile climber and good swimmer,
with my sharp teeth I killed the hare as I roamed boreal forests;
my fur was dense and beautiful and I was a solitary Lynx in Canada,
I avoided humans as mom had taught me- they would kill for my fur.
Categories:
snowshoe, cat, snow,
Form:
Personification