Short Naturesnow Poems
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The snow is falling from the sky
Turning the whole world white.
Fresh and new to the beholder's eye,
It is a glorious sight.
White snow lighting up the night.
standing in the pouring rain
all of a sudden the snow began
largest snowflakes I've ever seen
yet still came the rain, how can it be
I've seen it flood like a river
and snow so hard it makes you shiver
but until now I've yet to behold
the pouring rain in blustery snow
December, December
The snow has come
Falling all night long
Kids its time to have some fun
December, December
Children playing in the snow
Skating and sledding
Faces all aglow
December, December
More snow will come
Then all through the winter
Kids will have more fun
Form:
If flowers would grow in the snow
I’d live in winters frozen hand
And run barefooted through the fields
Past frozen trees with icicle leaves
If flowers would grow in the snow
I know my heart could find a way
To shovel through the roads that lead
Past guarded gates back home to you
If only… flowers would grow in the snow
Snow Daze
There is nothing as bright, as snow in the light
with the baby-blue sky overhead.
Nothing so white, as reflected snow light
not even the whitest of pages.
A canvass of white what a wondrous sight
which opens the saddest of gazes
to the joys that are formed
on the pages unborn
in the lingering light of snow dazes.
The snow puddles about the base
of the arbor
in hollows and eddies;
clinging to the earth like Mother’s milk.
Tire tracks embrace it.
Fog, the breath of Persephone, rose from it.
The snow cleansed the last
bit of bitter Winter broth
from the Mother’s skin.
Daffodils emerge, erect, from warm pockets
of Fall debris, and crumbling chrysalis
to welcome Spring.
As the nights are getting cold
we snuggle
into our blankets even more
heavier P.J.'s
I daresay
The snow is being prepared
every night and morning
children look outside their windows
hoping to see the snow on the ground
or maybe just maybe a snowflake in the air
These days and nights are changing
as the snow flakes come as one
to be among us
until the summer
which is yet to come.
Moonlight glistens
on snow and he's stalking,
slyly slinking, belly-cresting
coverts to the coop.
Silence his canopy,
hugging the hedgerows
to safeguard his cover,
with death in his eyes.
Silence is shattered,
the virgin white snow is be-spattered;
no mercy is shown,
no quarter is given.
Silence settles again,
he retires, hunger sated;
he'll forage again when
his craving dictates.
In the lee of the mountains with snow on the ground
Sits a quaint little village with hills all around
No sign can be seen of the green grassy hills
For they lay neath the snow in the wintery chill
But the people are happy and get on with their lives
All the brothers and sisters and husbands and wives
For they know that soon the snow will turn to rain
And then they will see their green hills again
Form:
Outside so cold
Let Winters story unfold
The lake now ice
A fire out back, so nice
As the blizzard sets in
A snowball fight will separate the boys from the men
A snowman emerges from hard work
A little boy knocks it over, what a jerk
A snow day for school
All the kids think it's cool
Shovel the snow from the porch
The intense cold can scorch
Go back inside
From the cold, run and hide
Snowflake gentle, white and exquisite
Newly fallen snow and crisp fresh air
Outside fun in the snow and fresh air walks
White and pure, six points to a snowflake
Flakes of snow that melt slowly
Like white cotton, the snowflakes fall
A scene of winter, touching the rooftops of houses
Kind to the passerby, a winter portrait
Excellent when the sun shines on a winter's day
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Across
North America
temperatures plunge
dramatically;
then steady snow
takes over to transform this quite village
into an alpine scenery;
quickly stepping out of the slamming door:
I call out to Erica,
but she's having a hilarious snow fight
with Jack and Paul!
I hesitate to slip on my boots,
then rush out with a playful mood:
to be hit in the face
at close range,
but rapidly
and precisely
I toss!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
SNOW,SNOW,SNOW"
I'm stuck in the house again.
Blowing snow that freezes skin.
Burning wood to stay warm.
Covered with snow in the next morn.
Thank God we were ready when it came.
The storm of the century will never been the same.
Everything is white and covered with snow.
When we get out of the yard we don't know.
So hope we're not stuck for very long.
Hopeing my faith stays strong.
Teresa Skyles
The storm of the century here in Oklahoma.