Midwinter Poems - Poems about Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. - Excerpt from A Christmas Carol by Christina Rossetti *** My mirror-face is pinched pallid as, colourlessly, I go over and over his last journey, and shudder like a...

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Listen, shhh!! Quiet, there it is A songbird of spring, here in January I am not experiencing discombobulation ...

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a midwinter sign In the dead of night Freezing and so quiet It began to snow ...

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after Christina Rosetti Pour leaves into a gossamer bag, the kettle boils in the bleak midwinter the orange-brown water steams your mug and glasses watching snow fall in the bleak midwinter the cinnamon scent of your mothers touch fills your nose in the bleak midwinter the teardrop shed at her absence joins your mug— your mother passed this bleak midwinter one...

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As the Earth’s Southern Pole is pushed farthest Away from sun, Winter Solstice arrives. The sleepy sun's up-time is, the shortest It's been all this year, shortchanging our lives. Sol has its sway and makes the shortest day. Daylight dwindles to a feeble short glow, The sun, embarrassed, hides its face away. Knowing it's failed to deliver its show. Though darkness still...

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Midst sullen storm and winter's grip, Secure and warm I toddies sip. By fireside glow my thoughts take wing. While watching snow, I dream of spring. Spring's swimming pools, azalea shrubs, And garden tools and hiking clubs. It's daffodils and meadows green, Beguiling hills and robins seen. Spring's sandals, shorts, and twilight strolls And outdoor sports and fishing holes. It's parks and plows and...

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In the patient stillness of a mid-winter’s night, whispers from nature ride the drifting winds; trees whisper secrets into the moonlight’s rays and my spirit revels within the din, of Gaia’s soul sounds. Paw pads impress the diamond snow that shimmering upon the air, casts itself upon fir and oak to rest upon both hill and bough. Within her arteries, soft down and fur of...

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In frosted field the shrouded horses stand As statues still and frozen in quiescence No wish to raise their heads their faces bland ‘Til tepid sun should hint at incandescence Verse taken from poem: Winter Morning Star Submitted ~ December 2018 For contest: Arbitrium Divisa 2 24 June 2019...

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The snow, lit, sparkles Each flake reflects the moon’s light Revealing the night Revealing the night In its blanketed beauty Enriching the heart Enriching the heart With a sense of adventure Magic in the air Magic in the air Stirs my imagination Excitement rising Excitement rising I feel the day approaching What adventure comes What adventure comes Beneath the moon, I wonder As it shines above As it shines above The moon turns nighttime...

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The picture this carol conveys real thoughts of frost biting hard with snow fallen all around just like a festive Christmas card Paints a picture God’s great far larger than earth so majestic but humbled came to a stable became man proving it all prophetic This is God who cherubim’s worship incessantly they do with no interruption but this Lord willingly lowered Himself not seeking man’s...

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Caught in midwinter night’s grasp My windfilled eyes brim with tears But what are tears in the dark When the snow fills my heart with the light of dying stars...

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Trees fingering the bone- white of winter are stripped bare under the chilled blue sky....

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Oh, the grey of the heavens is greyer Than the faces of the eternal dead, As they crease and splinter decaying With a texture of chapel roof lead. The ice that sails in on the howling Of winds that descend from the hills, Burns through the cloth and the flesh With a fury of ravening chills. Oh, the black of the river is...

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