Best Wintertime Poems
Set to the tune of 'Edelweiss' from The Sound of Music
Wintertime, wintertime
Evergreens don festive wardrobes
Ivory
Christmas Eves
Swirl in peppermint snowglobes
Magical mirrors of lakes to skate
Taste snowflakes
On our tongues
Wintertime, wintertime
Keep my heart warm
Til spring comes.
12/02/21
Poem of the Day
December 4th, 2021
Where is the butterfly
and where does it go in the wintertime
Fly away, flies the butterfly
As the snowflakes come falling down
Do the crystal white drops of dew
Fall, frighten and freeze you
Come true, come here be near
my ladybug arthropod
my dragonfly
as a kiss as in nervousness, a lady
trepidation praying mantis
I just can't stand this
As the ghostly clouds come forth
As the white frozen raindrops come from the North
As the Arctic winds blows
the cold crested white blanketed skies
Where is the butterfly
and where does it go in the wintertime
1/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
~Wintertime~
(Diamante)
Wintertime
Falling, freezing, storming
Frozen, snow
Cold, white, Birth, green
Renewing, growing, arising
Sun, warm
Springtime
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January,5,2015
Jack Frost is lurking; he’s nipping my nose
feather like snowflakes will soon start to fall
I stamp my feet - I can now feel my toes
winter will wrap her cloak around us all.
Soon I snuggle by the warming log fire,
outside the garden’s turning snowy white.
I watch the flames leap higher and higher
winter’s beauty is a glorious sight.
Children make snowmen in the falling snow
I watch them play; they are having such fun.
Their innocent faces are all aglow,
they stay outside until the day is done.
When winter departs, then in rushes spring
I love the changes each season will bring
10 syllables per line checked with How Many syllables
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Wintertime, and the snow is now falling.
Trees are bare, and the wind blows through them
Holes in the cabin, and we feel like its freezing.
Dad must bring some good warmth to all of us.
Drag in some thick logs, and the fireplace is ready.
Then, we’ll surely find plenty warm woollen clothes.
Look, sweet child, the lake is all thick and icy.
Let's go skating and we'll enjoy all this day.
(NB Whether I succeeded or not I leave this to your judgement. I tried to write a poem on wintertime using the famous song Summertime. I apologized if I failed.)
Watching the white flakes blow by as I gingerly step out to the glorious city.
Each time I take a step and hear a crunch, a new thought appears.
The trees sparkle with newborn lights.
The park is filled with parents and children gazing up at the sky.
I see a new spirit in all.
Decorations are in the windows of every shop.
This is New York, after all.
The crowds move from the subway, and I hop in the car.
I hold the pole, brushing off excess snow.
“5th Avenue 73rd Street!” I hear, and jump off just in time.
The gates close after me, as I put on my scarf.
I step onto the slippery stairs, and find myself in the city again.
The world watches as I enter a store.
I buy a beautiful coat for my mother and a perfume for myself.
A sale was happening, and I got half off the perfume.
I exit, now looking like a proper tourist with a paper bag.
The breeze flies by, thrusting white flakes at me.
A beautiful day for shopping.
How I wish that my friends had come.
O glorious days of winter!
Wintertime
A seasonal shift most wished-for
Wind chill factor drops below zero
Flakes begin to plunge over icy lakes’
Snowbirds angered by the blizzard,
Frostbitten icicles dangle from the leafless trees
Gold and silver jingle bells glide in the wintry snow
Slushy snow powdery the slippery roads
Hot cocoa heat beloved shivering bodies
The smell of spiced pumpkin pies in the atmosphere
Hair damp from the northern wet cold
Kids playing and forming snowballs
Depression froze away among the sleet rain
Swallow tears dissipate along gusty snow flurries
Shades use for the drifts of snow in the footpath,
Foggy mornings; pure white nights-burr
Snowed in mornings aside the toasty fireplace,
Blissful ice-kisses gracefully unending
Wintertime an occasion whereas, affection submounts
snow arrived today
dusting the mountain tops white -
the season had turned
The sun sets the sky on fire, one of those wonderful moments, the Mediterranean Sea aflame, moments that take your breath away. Winter in Cyprus can be awesome, with the short blasts of rain. The parched earth gives up it hidden fruits again, the green grass covers the land. The flowers blossom one more time. Gone is the barrenness born of heat. Like a second Spring coming overnight, the weeds are also Gods bounty, they suckle on the life giving rain and wild blossoms abound the hills.
Spring has it's welcoming blooms and Summer provides the warmth while Autumn offers the coolness of night. Then Winter enters with it's blustery display. All too soon, but not soon enough, the seasons scramble to outdo each other. All so splendid each in it's own way now Winter gives us it's spectacular show. Electric fireworks race across the leaden sky, chased forever by a thunderous roar, a free display of natures might as light and sound and rain explode as we sit in our homes in a first class seat.
wintertime blues melt
March ushering in springtime
frogs joining the choir
written February 15, 2022
In winter’s peaceful reverie, enchanting snowfall reigns
with dizzy, wistful flurries that flow so lightly down
they settle softly o’er the treetops and the winding lanes
while children sled around and distant church bells sound
across the wavy hillsides and blanketed white ground.
And in the air, aromas waft of lightly roasted chestnuts
distinctly mixed with purest scents of cinnamon and spice
it lingers around chimneys, settles into evening’s hush
enticing all to gather into home and hearth’s fire light
to celebrate with Christmas songs and jubilant delight.
Written on 12/11/2021
her rose is in the snow
as it mingled with a wintery glow
she was forever changed
but the rose still must find a forever
the petal's redness
becomes restless
in a dream of rosy, red streams
the calm waters changed pace
as if soft thunders sang dying lullabies
she is forever changed
but the rose raced to catch a rain
and still must find forever, such a pain
finding forever is like a rose
refusing to taste rotten on the tip of her tongue
or like a period keeping someone's prose from making a run
a rose
has saved lives-one soft red rose petal at a time
sublime, she said sublime
was the rose that saved her life-twice
a rose
who traced its stems to a heart
making all her dimming days dark
only to embrace the sun's face
a rose
saved her life again
of course, only in this bone chilling wind
oh yes, winter it was, she said
all while daring to write
and became someone else's star
let a rose be
wherever you are . . .
a poem lies still in the rose garden of wintertime.
What a wonderful time of year, families getting together, little children getting ready for santa and his reindeer. Snow falling on the ground, so peaceful not a sound. The moon shining on the fresh snow looking so magical.
Days are short and nights are long,
We no longer sing the summer song.
As the nights draw in, log fires burning,,
Going out at night has lost it's yearning.
At home we can enjoy our meal,
Cooked in love, it has its appeal.
Both now sated, a glass of wine,
In front of the fire we rest supine.
The coldness of night,the warmth of day,
It is winter here and, each in its own way,
Is a Cyprus Delight.
© Dave Timperley 16/11/2018
spears reach sky
snow mirrors the light-
wintertime