A white blanket of
fluffy snow covers
all the land; it glitters
as we pass.
As we walk on it crunches
beneath our feet, like sweet
sherbet in our mouth.
Icicles as long as spears
glimmer in the winter sun.
Every window is covered in
snow and mist, creating a
sense of cold.
Every garden is the same:
white and filled with snowmen
created by the humour of children.
As the weeks pass, the sweet
blanket of snow begins to melt
creating pock-marked surroundings.
Many gardens appear barren without
the once luscious bloom of colour,
still winter begins to pass and
nature awakens; snow-drops
appear in every garden, like
a message of welcome.
Slowly the gardens begin to
bloom of colour and the
snow-drop disappears
once more.
Emerald etchings are given birth
to bask their lives in summer’s sun,
until brushing brutal winters cheek,
they cower yellow; brown undone.
Swirling down onto concrete pyres,
they somersault to a random grave.
The earth lays claim to copper corpses
but the winter wind is a cunning knave.
It finds and flips these fallen fibers,
then flings them crisply to the street.
The falling sheaves of burnt magenta,
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat.
Now strewn about with playful malice,
and denied the resting place they crave,
for the golden sun is a glint of amber,
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.
Wintereinbruch im Mai / Onset of Winter in May / Comienzo del invierno en mayo
Tanz der Schneeflocken
beim Wintereinbruch im Mai
Scheu eine Amsel
Dance of the Snowflakes
onset of winter in May
a timid blackbird
Danza de nieve
el invierno en mayo
un mirlo tímido
This place called Talisker on the Isle of Skye
It just has to be visited to be seen by the naked eye
Situated on the West Coast, on one of Alba's isles
In any season one can only toast, taken in by smiles
For in the Spring it's surrounded by anew
Shoots reborn showing seasonal view
Lambs jumping, springing, on the various farms
With not a care in the world sharing their charms
Summer now abounds in blooms of various greens
Sparodic white houses stand out amongst the scenes
Birds in vocal song catching insects on the breeze
The sounds of children playing in fun filled please
Autumn slowly encroaches with the signs in the trees
Leaves in colour loss as the branches start to grieve
Carpets of many shades delight before their end
As we await the impending rains that natures due to send
There is now the chill of winter as all around starts to show
On the high ground her intentions, craggy peaks topped with snow
The day will soon be here, with her virginal carpet lay
Whether Spring, Summer or Autumn, even Winter has her say
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php
The brilliant leaves of autumn
Softly fall, without a sound
In bright crisp autumn daylight
Dancing, silently, to the ground
Rustling sounds & brilliance
Fill the cool crisp air
Smells of apples & burning leaves
Linger everywhere
The brilliant leaves resemble
Pieces of a rainbow falling,
Dancing in the autumn sun
Leaving bare branches, winter is calling
As day ends, smoke rising from chimneys
Stretching to meet the moon
Footsteps crackling in the leaves
Reminding us winter comes too soon
"A WINTER DAY"
Winter day through my eyes there is
freezing winds and blowing snow and
crystalized water hanging from the barn.
Rabbits,squirrels and deer running to the
woods for shelter from the cold.Sparrows
cardinals and bluejays peaking at the frozen
ground looking for bird seed I through out for
them.Will be so glad for the cold to disappear
and the warmeth to come back alive.Bye winter
Teresa Skyles
snow
its cold
I hate it
numbing my face
I can hardly talk
freezing my hands and feet
I hate the cold winter nights
when I'm all alone and thinking
will these cold winter days ever end?
I hope that spring will come a bit early
It is time for those cozy winter dreams.
Night sky bright with starlight gleams.
High above the moonlight beams.
Echoes of a hoot owl screams,
as I snuggle in for those midnight dreams.
Frosty windows and snow covered trees,
mountain tops waiting for those with skis,
cold winds blowing the winter breeze,
and I'm snuggled in with cozy winter deams.
Footprints track the new fallen snow,
as I look out from the frosted window.
Such a cool, cool winter scene,
so peaceful and serene.
The branches of the tree are bare.
Not one bird will reside there.
The fireplace warms the room,
the scent of pine's sweet perfume,
and the light from the moon,
brings about a cool, cool winter scene,
so peaceful and serene.
Today the cold north wind blows.
The weather is fierce and wild.
I long for the coming of the spring
With fragrant breezes mild.
When gently falling rain
Encourages buds to bloom
And fluffly clouds in a clear blue sky
Dispel the winter's gloom.
I long for the coming of the spring
When winter is at an end.
For the soothing warmth of spring
Will start my soul to mend.
entered in Deborah Guzzi's foreign exchange contest:
this is winter in Canada
I shiver in the bitter cold
wishing winter were well over.
The northern wind, ever bold,
makes us all run for cover.
Forgotten now the summer sun
we took for granted months ago.
Forgotten now the summer fun.
The landscape here, now only snow.
Eagerly I await the spring
when earth renews and warms again.
While winter has her frigid fling,
her gift of carpet, white, she's lain.
I shiver in this bitter cold
wishing winter gone from here.
Her snowy world, lovely to behold,
is not a season that endears.
Watching the snow falling outside,
Through the white drifts a lone deer glides.
Under the grove of laden trees, she stops,
Stretches her neck, for leaves to crop.
Someone spooks her and off she goes,
Leaving footprints in the blanket of snow.
A lone chickadee lands on my deck,
From the seeds there, she starts to peck.
If not for God's creatures, some great, some small,
I would not appreciate this winter weather at all.
As inconvenient as this winter snow can be
It still has it's beautiful moments for all to see.
*it's snowing like mad today, so my visitors this afternoon took
some of the annoyance out of it.
sprinkles of studded snowflakes white
bathe faces in lamplights’ braided glow
anklets of stars shape alleys with solstice delight
breeze plays the flute, gloves touching fires slow
evening strolls among vanishing wet-sprayed dew
of what magic this sagittarian frost paints laces
ripening cups of dripping weeds, eyes radiating blue
bodies stitched in quilts warmed by coiled embraces
while stirrings of pearl doves’ tunes softly ensue
and so, winter descends with a chill and prayer. glory, glory be.
( for Carol Brown's Welcoming Winter Contest)
Autumn leaves dance in the wind
As it's breath awakens the trees
The limbs tremble in defiance
As they try to resist the breeze
The trees shiver in the cool morning air
As the dew gives way to the frost
They know their armor will soon be gone
For all of their leaves will be lost
Winter stands ready to enter the stage
And for Autumn to relinquish it's hold
It's time for Winter to abandon it's slumber
And Autumn must welcome the cold
Winter demands Fall's allegiance
Like a General shouting commands
Autumn must follow it's orders
For the time of change is at hand
Winter's cold winds show restraint
As Autumn surrenders in shame
The trees bow in silence
With only Winter to blame
Winter takes it's rightful place
'Til Spring revenges Fall's death
But Winter will battle until the end
'Til it breathes it's final breath
From a distance the smoke rises and swells
Inside, fireplace cinders glow to warm
With evening dew of chilly winter smells
While creatures ready for the winter storm
Near lake shines like polished glass venting steam
Leaves have turned summer green to winter gold
Soon mountain rains will transpose slopes to cream
Waiting for an icy season to unfold
Nuts fall hard to an inhibited ground
From brisk winds that stir limbs in firm breeze
Life scurries when hearing the constant sound
To prepare for this yearly winter freeze
All is cozily wreathed for this winter sleep
Trusting that gelid snows are not too deep
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "Shakespearean or English Sonnet” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Freeman
Nov. 9, 2010
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