Long Winter Poems
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They hung stiff up on the tree
as if they were in the air and free.
Covered in an icy coating reflecting from the snow
that set that color deep, dark red and bold.
Tiny apples cast against the naked branch
clinging tight holding squirrel and bird entranced.
A little warmer and they can still ripen
colored fruit of a small crab apple titan.
It bloomed in spring with pinkish tipped flowers
and summer awakened it's fruiting powers.
Now, they hang suspended
frozen solid new winter not near ended.
Cast against the sea of white clear ice
promise of Christmas all sugared with spice.
Cleanse the earth, cover well the un-laid seed
rouse the hope of ending want and need.
Let the season sweep boldly in
and mankind rise up to display the truth of him.
Like fruit frozen in time and place upon a tree
we should never be too proud to bend our knee
Ask God for guidance, truth, love and peace
thank him for conscience making only promises you can keep.
A tiny apple on the branch survives
still tempting us for the prize
living and loving well
breaks that final spell.
I imagined being a snowflake,
different than all the others
So small, but no more important than anyone
Falling, falling, slowly in the air
with a relief in knowing there's no reason to compare
I have my own beauty, no more special than another
Just equal, with all the other beautiful snowflakes,
coming from the sky above
Together, we land in the comfort of blanketing the ground
Together, we present a stunning winter landscape
Sparkling in the sun brighter than anything to be seen
We are the warmth of light on a cold day
Together we are different but the same, we are one
Heidi Sands
9/14/26
(C)opyright
Behold with joy, our flickering sky. together tonight!
See the colorful, myriad, dark islands of stars!
Always holding sapphired, colored tomorrows of joyous mores.
But I, forever lost in the light rays of your own starry eyes.
Your face, such equanimity and angelic grace!
Let's stay like this, forever in frigid cold, till we become very old.
We, were enjoying the frigid winds, here, in our winter gazebo.
Shhh…let us slip into Aphrodite's darkness.
Truly, that is where our loving, eternal heart is.
In our beloved's sacred, eternal soul.
11/6/2024
Fool's Gold
We cherish Autumn days when Summer goes...
her landscapes of bright colors do amaze.
Just like a painting, brilliant hues foreclose
the thoughts of Winter gloom post Autumn blaze.
Deep rusty red, orange, but mostly gold
stretch wide for miles along the country lanes;
'neath deep blue sky and sunny rays, they hold
the joy of life we hope and pray remains.
Leaves gently fall and coat the waiting ground
to warm the earth with their bright colored shawl;
and happily, we grasp these days renowned
to keep us joyful before Winter pall.
But as all things in life follow a scheme,
a dimmer time will shade a golden one;
this season, in the end, does lose its gleam...
fool's gold of Fall turns dull 'neath Winter sun.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Autumn Colors
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 01/09/2018
Red leaves cowardly fall from trees like arrogant men
The powerful wind creeps up steadily scattering them on battered ground
While caretakers gather them into bags and empty them into garbage cans.
The giant trees still hold their composure waiting for the winter band
Autumn chills and winter spills engraved in the soul of every man
Telling us that life is entering another round and hope is still alive.
It has been a miserable year casting doubt and myriad fear
The summer season could not stand up to the parching sun
Events after events stirring up the summer heat but now autumn is here
Blowing away the evil dust making way for the winter crust.
I drove out in the wee hours of the morning and penetrated the clear blue sky
I saw millions of shining stars embedded in the dancing blue sky smiling merrily at me
And the cool autumn morning whispering songs of praise emitting sparkling delight.
I long to wake up to the day when the grumbling and contention will cease
The war will be completed and mankind will be at peace
I longed for the day when families will reunite and communities will come together
I yearn for the day when countries will be delivered and enjoy lasting peace with their neighbors.
The seasons embrace life’s abundance
The seasons empowers pinnacles of hope
The seasons with its multitude of stars secured in the deep blue sky
And the red leaves scattered on the ground is a testament
That autumn will bring new joy and stunning changes all around.
©2014 Christine Phillips
Wake up in a glorious morning.
This is such a wonderful blessing!
Open my eyes and try it to blink.
Watch the scented cool flowers’ wink.
Sniff the innocence of the world.
Feel the scented winter when it’s cold.
Taste this delightful essence of life.
Learn from the wounds bladed with a knife.
Life is the best gift of all.
Gain simplicity though we’re ever too small.
Appreciate the gift given by God.
Can’t be so worst even if there’s so much odd.
Life has never even better.
Enjoy the best and the worst of forever.
Life is too way mysterious.
A precious gift that is often so vicious.
Winter's touch 'pon the peach orchard
Gray limbs await spring's buds
Lavender beauties adorning
When deer passed their ruts
Winter's bare hold dark and dreary
Nature trapped within its spell
All buds captured in its lair
Joy could be quickly quelled
Then sunlight reaches through the gloom
Instantaneously gray removed
Warmth touches down to the sinew
Such a time now approved
Winter's peach orchard bare not barren
Spring will come and give birth
Time will call forth its forgotten
Come love dancing with mirth
Sponsor: Juli-Michelle
Contest: Winter Blues
This is written in a form which is a type of
Poulter's Measure
Syllables 8,6,8,6
Only the 6 rhyme..
It was a day of gray windy spins and rolls
howling through the mighty naked oaks
where cold and rain fell to ice laden shiverings
and a wall of white stormed in
to pierce the air and blind the eye;
piercing rays of sun easily faded
to haunting images traversing the brown laid grass
and the robins flit and fluttered in the holly branches
churning and picking away the fruited berries
that fell willingly to the frozen earth;
starling scavengers slipped in the breeze
colliding with the wild dance of every branch
then unexpectedly, as I glanced up from my laptop
flew the snow to the left and to the right
not knowing which way to go;
the birds in flight fell to the ground
puffed red bellied robins pushed to their limits
edging in the cover of leaves in the bush and brush
gathering in clustered groups
cemented in the light layered fallen snow;
they scattered on the ice and in the piled leaves
pecking and pilfering whatever they could find
as the snow fell more heavily each resisited the move
until the blizzard like winds blinded the view
and each was separated one from another;
then came the winds return
a wild heyday shifting them in tornadic tossings
untethered to the earthen squall moanings
they struggled to stay but in a moment,
one by one, they were gone.
~^~
From branches and hills,
where a sled felt at home
To dash through the snow,
neath an evergreen roam
With boots shiny wet,
wearing scarves. flannel hats
We waved hi to Winter,
and found that was that
A snowman indeed,
was rolled in the yard
Two eyes and a carrot,
no, nothing too hard
The creek frozen solid,
I dare you stand
It's banks like a pillow,
of prints made by hand
On streets filled with treads,
so slow the cars drove
A lake iced for skating,
deep down in the grove
A cup of hot chocolate
and fingers entwined,
A kiss on the cheek,
what we waited to find
When family and friends,
would come visit the house
With everyone stirring,
yes even a mouse
Where hopes of good tidings,
and carols were sung
By the old and the tired,
the happy and young
Those times when remembered,
I now find a tear
So long in the past,
but the same time of year
For now I find winter,
much colder outside
With dreams filled of springtime,
if I must confide
But fun always follows,
these winter path ways
To share with another,
remember those days
When love was the sweater,
to each frigid storm
The perfect wrapped present,
that kept us all warm
My belle, I met her when the grass was green,
my Spring Girl. Fresh her ways, her charms were many.
I claimed her as my own, but she was no flower;
and like the breeze that teases trees she shook the hearts of many.
Again, she’d turn to me and I’d forget the torment which was yesterday.
She was mine today and that was all that mattered.
I felt as I would have had I been loved.
My Wondering Breeze began to blow again;
the green of jealousy within me started to flow again.
I could not help myself, the slap reddened her cheek
like copper leaf in autumn.
She turned the other slowly: pale, white, frigid as winter light.
I struck her again.
She fell through my hands and shattered,
the one who above all things mattered the most.
met her end by these hands that used to caress her
and cup her like priceless spice.
In fit of anger. I struck her down, to my obsession, a sacrifice.
There she lay after the final blow. How can I let her know
that my anger was born not out of love but jealousy?
Oh, had she been faithful to me!