Winter Nature Poems | Examples
These Winter Nature poems are examples of Nature poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Nature Winter poems written by international poets.
In spring the thaw begins to creep,
Thin winter’s hold, soon starts to sleep,
Quiet murmuring, slow and deep,
Secrets that rivers rarely keep.
Earth awakes from its desired rest,
Rebirth of lawns and trees redessed,
Soothing breeze greets the tender chest,
Heralding promise to be blessed.
winter approaches
we cut final round of wood
splitting it in barn
Love forests and all within- like the stream,
the trees, and every pretty sight,
midwinter days seem,
to me a wonderful delight,
both an awesome adventure and a dream.
I enjoy when the fragile snowflakes pour,
it makes the forest gay,
at night or day,
I always leave wanting to stay some more.
The next morn' I am back to walk the path,
and listen to the songbirds sing,
watch ducks have a bath,
see a cardinal flash his red wing,
the black crows seem to be on the warpath.
Calm water is a mirror reflection,
fallen snow is pearl white,
quite a beautiful sight,
and the courage of nature is my obsession.
A single star softens
above cold stone,
where quiet shadows steal across the lawn.
A lone sprout
stands tall—
waiting to greet the ghostly glimmer of dawn.
With petals frozen in pure repose,
it whispers the memory of winter’s weathered white.
A pale, pristine thing,
subdued,
breathing its beauty into the bitter night.
NATURE’S MERRY-GO-ROUND
Bright green leaves waving,
Knowing they’ll soon be falling:
Leaving naked trees.
Naked trees, teased by winter,
Springing new leaves for summer:-
It was in the depths of winter 2010
At minus ten degrees.
There were silver wires of spider webs
And bare hardy trees.
Through the mist of my exhalation
A feeling beyond belief -
I stop and admire with fascination
The glittering outline of this hedgerow leaf.
It was stiffened by the hoar frosts sting,
Glossed by the kiss of daylight,
Holding on tight in a breezy swing,
Its crystallised edges sparkling bright.
Is it true that if you imagine cold scenes
You'll feel cold too? Worth a go!
In this heatwave I'll think of crystallised leaves
And how frost on frost can grow.
summer solstice arriving...
longest day and shortest night...
silent trees bloom and revel
in abundant light.
long, light, bright days of summer
winter seems so far away...
darkness slowly increases
in benign manner.
The rain swept through
on a winter's day
leaving sky and land
well broomed.
Bluest blues were
heaven's hues
while grass and
trees gleamed green.
Sidewalks shimmered
as fallen leaves shivered,
the day the rain swept
through.
winter approaches
geese bulk up for their journey~
eating grains of wheat
in v formation
they head south for warmer climes~
honking in chorus
winter grows closer
the westward wind blows strongly
white caps crown the sea
"May is the month of promise and the sweet beginnings of summer." - Unknown
The air is warm, with a golden light,
May is the promise month, my dear,
With winter drifts so far from sight,
The summer sun is approaching here
The first sweet buds begin to bloom,
And Morning Glories wake on the vine
Away with winter’s dearth and gloom.
Spring garden, shielded by lupines.
Days grow long, hearts beat fast,
Here comes May's warm season at last.
Petals are jewelled like embroidered frills;
Globes of mirages enwrap the limbs.
The face is flushed with kisses of chills;
With glass ice pearls, the quivering heart brims.
The wintry gust shakes her convulsing self;
Into melting icicle drops they weep.
As though the footfalls of an unseen elf,
Mysteries from sepals and petals peep.
Within the weak physique's softening chime,
The spirit is alive, though choked by frost.
Will winter last beyond its destined time?
Rebellion stirs beneath, though charm seems lost.
Will buried rainbows pierce this frozen shrine,
Or does the frost shroud all that used to shine?
warmth of springtime sun
ponies shed winter clothing ~
giddy gadflies grin
(May Full Moon – Oglala)
April soon concedes to May,
where early blossoms will mature,
and move toward Summer bloom.
There, Springtime promise is fulfilled,
and as the cycles of all life-
wane in Fall, to then meet Winter gloom.
Mindfulness
Kevin Davis 2025
When I look high in the azure sky,
And watch the clouds and birds drift by.
When I see flowers and leaves on trees,
Dance merrily while the wind still sings.
When I see glitter deep in an ancient stone,
Or winter snow that can chill to the bone,
Then I feel connected to my world, and so
I am happy and comforted in the life I know.