Winter Seasons Poems | Examples
These Winter Seasons poems are examples of Seasons poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Seasons Winter poems written by international poets.
autumn
crisp, bright
drifting, cooling, turning
leaf-lined days meet pale horizons
settling, quieting, deepening
still, silver
winter
Everyone is fond of the summer season
some just can't get enough of that sun
they travel worldwide to gain its rays
but the other seasons are required as one
Now here's a thought to ponder upon
what if summer lasted all year long
just imagine having continuous sunshine
our hearts would be filled with joyful songs
Children would want extra long holidays
even they could have classes held outside
more fun to learn about nature
sometimes summer rain keeps us inside
Now what if summer ended for good
and worst of all, winter lasted the year
nothing but cold, snow and ice
perish the thought, for it fills with fear
The heavy coats and gloves are on
never to take off at any time
well, maybe we'll stick to the four seasons
so ideal really, to keep us in our prime
The Queen of Winter
carries her frozen crown
with quiet joy,
its sapphire gems
a burning beacon
within the blizzard.
Snow doves
and white foxes
dash around
her icy gown
as Midwinter hums
cold tunes of solitude.
She marches ahead
through soft snowdrifts
as the arctic wind
tells her its secrets.
Names - every season's got 'em:
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn.
But one of them's got two, y'all.
Autumn's also called the Fall.
Date: 19th August 2026
Autumnal whispers swirl in the breeze
As its gentle arrival hugs the trees
Still offering warmth in the glow of daylight
Changing leaves into rustic colourful delight.
Autumns breath gradually grows cold
To prepare the earth for winters hold.
Autumn breathes opportunity to animal kind
To gather up every morsel they can find
So that they can stay safe, fed and warm
Tucked in, cozy, away from winters storm.
Even with the knowledge of what is to follow,
Autumns breath soothes pre-winter sorrow.
Autumns breath reminds us that seasons end.
The harsh, dark, colder times won't last, my friend.
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
taking all the memories of summer love,
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn;
when evening stars dance in the sky above,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne,
I hear the song of my truelove
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
September dreams are like a swan
who flies entwined with her beloved,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Seasons stretch as nature yawns,
I hear the calling of spring doves
and dream until the winter dawns.
The memory of summer past is long
and autumn chill will soon unglove~
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
Do not mourn the leaf
nor seasons
mourn not starry night
everything sleeps
yet retains glitters of light
as it came to rest
on the forest floor,
speckled and brown
retains mulch appeal
near death, yet a fertile feel
Spring will bless
Winter will rightly regress --
Election Time
The winters are long even when
Someone is singing a song without
A clock that goes bong regardless of
The temperatures anywhere in the country
Election time is seldom right on the dime
except for always being the same month
Every year which is when our spears
get stuck in frozen trees
If only there was a way to vote from boats
While boiling some oats as our coats hang
Above our fake goat but no matter where we
go or even vote we will forever be Americans
By nature
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Cold rain ¦¦¦¦¦ sweet grass ¦¦¦¦
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Grey skies ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
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Nought ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ hair ¦¦¦¦
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¦¦¦¦ ghost ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ face ¦¦¦¦
Cold wind ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ voice ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ tears ¦¦¦¦¦ my heart ¦¦¦¦
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Silence ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of November by William Cullen Bryant)
I took root in a stand of golden aspen trees
My bark resembled dark eyes all over me.
I am the oldest of the ancients in my grove,
spared thus far from the fires of a stove.
Every fall I'm forced to forfeit my dense leaves.
They're taken by the wind, and my heart grieves
but nature has to obey and follow its course...
for there's no escaping its incredible force.
My Spring clothing turned into golden dresses
that appear to be sheered as if they were tresses
upon my branches and limbs, curved and bent,
Another season passes me by; another year spent.
I'll have to face another Winter, arms laid bare
for my leaves were taken, and none were spared
to keep me warm on those cold January nights
but I will dream of Spring instead of my plights.
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.
I've noticed many leaves are falling
They have lost grip of their tree
There is change, I hear the winter calling
The season's catching up with me.
Clinging tight to the end of my branches reach
Don't let go! Don't let me descend...
I realise there's a time for us all to reach
But I'm not ready to let go, my friend.
Rough winds are determined to blow me away
As you ready yourself for dormancy.
I too feel tired and I wish I could stay
But it seems it is goodbye for you and me.
A leaf in the woods who has fought a hard fight
Recognising it's their time to take flight.
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:-
spring oversteps her boundaries and puts winter to rest
summer
hot, festive
blistering, sweltering, blazing
picnic, fireworks, snow, fireplace
freezing, numbing, piercing
cold, festive
winter