Short Bundle Up Poems
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mid-fall
cold snap
low temps
hard slap
bold winds
blowing
hoarfrost
glowing
frigid
fall days
missing
sun’s rays
forecast
heeded
thick coats
needed
last leaves
falling
winter’s
calling
The leaves flutter down
Down to the fall floral ground
Winter Wind is here
Small little pirates
Stealing acorns for themselves
Scarce Food knocks loudly
Better bundle up
But come Spring soon, yes, she will
And flower again
cooler sun
colder days
come indoors
where it’s warm
as a recluse
life’s just great
bundle up
and stay indoors
leave bad weather
in your backyard
where it belongs
that's why it's called
the great outdoors
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Been sorting out my wardrobes
Geez, what a chore
Some left on their hangers
Most are on the floor
Tried to be ruthless
Not worn last year then out they go
Must bundle up the floor ones
Before my heart says NOOOO
It’s a 6 monthly ritual that I abhor
Money is put in a box in aid of cancer
A place without snow
That's where they go
The morning dew
The majestic view
The day is alive
The sun always rise
The trees have their leaves
The grass
Always green
The water keeps flowing from
the hills in - between
Bundle - up
They say
No
A place without snow
That's where they go
D.C. 12/20/15
senryu series
the snow cometh
snowflakes pepper down
salt trucks on standby
***
dirt sleeps under
a blanket of snow
for a short while
*****
driveway fin'lly shoveled
city snow plow
re-blocks my entrance
***** *
heavy coat of snow
on the hillside
kids bundle up too
**********
park on the street
growing army of snowmen
guard the garage
I GUESS IT'S WINTER
The earth is farther
The temperature of air
From the sun now and
Is beginning to
Reach down too levels beyond
Cool, it's real cold now
So I cover my
My face put on gloves coat and
Boots so that my bod
Won't git frost bite and
Freeze, Bundle up, cover up
I guess it's winter
12/23/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Oh what a lovely winter morning out today.
The sun rising high over the rooftops
and bare tree branches,
the sunshine reflects on the glistening snow
and creates a diamond sparkle and glaze.
As the chilling morning breeze moves in from the East,
the sun warms my face,
as I bundle up warm and go for
a lovely morning walk,
oh yes, what a lovely winter morning it is.
.2.13.2014.
There’s a blizzard outside
Wanna’ go for a ride?
With toboggans and sleighs
And drifts that amaze
So we bundle up tight
And head out with delight
The winds are so brisk
We evaluate the risk
After our ride
We head back inside
The hot chocolate’s now hot
We sip down a lot
There’s a blizzard outside
The winds howl and chide
“Stay by the fire,
And avoid my ire!”
The snow is waiting in the clouds;
The day is raw and bleak
While in Australia, there are crowds
In sunshine, all this week.
I bundle up when I go out,
The coming storm a threat,
Yet tennis players run about
In Melbourne, dripping sweat.
It’s strange the way the earth revolves
And how the seasons flip.
In half the world, the ice dissolves;
The rest’s in winter’s grip.
In winter, when the temps go down
The trees are all undressed.
It seems a bit ironic,
Although Nature knows what’s best.
For if the branches kept their coats
Of leaves to keep them warm,
Perhaps they’d weigh things down
When battered by a winter storm.
We bundle up when it is cold
And we’re in winter’s grip,
But all the trees (except the firs)
Think it’s the time to strip.
temps get so cold
icy glare
trees stand bare
cold winds blow
here comes snow
get your skis
feel the freeze
winter takes hold
a nor'easter is on the way
get ready for the storm
bundle up to keep warm
snowman with a scarf on
standing on someone's lawn
snowflakes on window sill
it is silent and still
on such a very snowy day
8-25-2022
Charlie New-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
REGRETS
We all are confronted
Sometimes in our life
When living’s too tough
Death dealing the strife.
Over whelmed with yesterdays
That appear late at night
Some memories of the past
A painful sad sight.
We long for the moments
And what could have been
And the folks that we love
Regrets…a sad sin.
It’s a sin to waste time
To live life too fast
So bundle up memories
The kind that will last.
Barbara Barry-Nishanian
Sept.30, 2002
OLD MAN WINTER,
IS WICKEDLY MEAN.
HE'S BEEN KNOWN,
TO CREATE A SCENE.
HE LOVES TO GET
RIGHT IN YOUR FACE.
YOU CAN BUNDLE UP
AND NOT BE SAFE.
FOR OLD MAN WINTER
IT'S THE NORM.
TO UN-LEASH A CRIPPLING
WINTER STORM.
HE'LL FREEZE THE RAIN.
HE'LL SHUT DOWN STATES.
HE'LL LEAVE YOU STRANDED,
IN THE HAND'S OF FATE.
HE'LL STOP YOU COLD,
RIGHT IN YOUR TRACKS.
HE'LL BITE YOUR TOES,
AND TURN THEM BLACK.
OLD MAN WINTER,
HAS NO REMORSE.
MORTAL BEINGS,
HAVE NO RECOURSE.
The sunshine, like a magnet,
Tries to draw me back outside
Though after my pre-sunrise walk,
My preference is to hide.
Within these walls I’ve made my place
And, in relaxing wear,
I’ve found enough to do so I
Don’t need to go out there.
Yet when the sunlight dapples
All the buildings ‘cross the street,
That old familiar tug begins
And brings me to my feet.
I find some socks and bundle up,
My mask from eyes to chin,
And head outdoors to feel the sun
On just an inch of skin.