Short Old Man Winter Poems
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deluge
old man winter pours buckets....
inside farmhouse wet
ingenuity in use
rain water poured in bath tub
Rain, rain go away,
We are tired of these dreary days.
Please leave us some fiery leaves to see,
Before Old Man Winter rolls in with glee!
Old man winter has a chilly blast.
Oh, thank heavens it does not last.
Feel the wind and the snow,
Piling up on the chateau.
The effects of winter are vast.
April has gone awry and is sending snow.
Old Man Winter laughs, and refuses to go.
He huffs and puffs and sends a cold blast,
But Spring in her glory will soon surpass!
Springtime and Summer pass in a whir
Autumn winds expose a raw nerve
December frost retrieves Old Man Winter
What's for dessert ~ I think I'll skip dinner
As I drove in the snow, in my jeep
I got stuck, because the snow was too deep
The snow had come fast
Hope this snow...is the last
Old man Winter...sent snow; what a creep
“The peas have sprouted,” he said with a shout!
Old Man Winter has finally gotten out.
Soon it will be fresh vegetables and flowers,
And fighting the deer so they won’t devour!
The sunlight sparkling upon a solitary lake,
As the light exposes smudges on a window.
The clouds gather, and then the winds bring snow,
Leaving only leaves for old man winter to rake.
Cocksure were we that Spring had sprung
Unprepared once again to be stung
by Old Man Winter
fresh back from vacation ~
Fossil Fools we be, reigniting
CO2 home heating stations
Winter
Old man winter back again
Dinged fenders, frozen pipes
Frozen toes, stolen breaths
Old man winter laughs again
Wet floors, mismatched gloves
Soaking boots, frozen doors
Old man winter strikes again
Form:
He HAS arrived, later than usual
But Old Man Winter's lateness is excusable
In fact another week or two
Would've been appreciated too
But we thank the gods for this snow reducible
© Jack Ellison 2016
Do you cough, do you sneeze, sweat and shake;
till you think your whole body will break?
This is still only fall,
and it's yet a long haul
ere you shake Old Man Winter awake.
Entered in ~gwendolen's~ 'The Sneezing Limerick Contest'.
Old man winter has been busy
Leaving frost and freeze across the land
Rooftops transformed into white wonderland
That green grass is white as snow
Waiting for the warmth of the sun to grow
To go outside into the cold it not a wish
We would rather be inside eating a warm dish
The earth lies still; trees are bare
A hint of frost is in the air
Brittle leaves are swept away
By wind-gusts set in skies so gray
The ground shivers, right through my bones
Summer's heart transformed to stone
Old Man Winter's set foot in town
Soon to every living thing surround
winters foliage
blankets trees and grassy knolls
water runs amidst
towering white pines
standing in complete solace
above canyon ridge
melting ice pellets
pumps from bleeding hearts vineyard
sowing escalates
So Glad Winter Is Over LOL
New Entry For Raul Moreno's
Sounds Of Nature Contest
GL All
A hill is frosted in ivory
Almost cupcake like-
I venture towards this delicacy
The crunch under my worn boots resonates
I see no one,
Only footprints in the distance
The hill grows closer
A numbing chill
My cheeks feel the icy air, fighting tirelessly to keep warmth
I reach a hunched man
Beard wispy and white
“Old Man Winter,” I presume
Ah yes, he has finally arrived.
Just received a letter from spring
Says it’s sun and warm air she’s trying to bring
Said her flights been delayed
And the culprits been made
Guess its old man winter that’s being blamed
Said he’s not being nice
Filled the wings with ice
Now they are stuck on the ground like mice
She says not to worry
Old man winter and his flurry
Will soon be just a memory
Yesterday I thought I would go fishing
Who knew Old man Winter would show up too
I didn't know what I was missing
Out there on that lake, it felt like below zero
I thought I would have some fun
I was cold to the bone and I craved the sun
Next time I need to contact the weatherman
He'd warn me not to go out in tank top and shorts
11-14-16
Alexis Y.
it will be so sweet
when christmas takes a back seat
and avalanche ends
predictable rends
to credit card and pocket
new years time to look
for left over sales
while the bank accounts pale
stuff comes to the door
theres no room for more
so i buy six different ales
to unfurl the sails
and drift on the winds
while old man winter begins
his snow cold chagrin
stan sand
Old Man Winter dons his
best sapphire blue,
lavender suit
while Mother Nature
dresses in her finest
lace gown.
The splendor of
crystalline trees provide
a curtained backdrop
for their dance.
The stars strobe to
the music of the ethers;
this is winter bliss.
Such a night
so long ago
when celestials
sang to a newborn;
an annual celebration
even nature enjoys.
the stranger
-was
the heart of winter
-a
page from my past
-wherein
spoken letters make words
-of
a hundred and one lips
-an
unbound presence
-labelled
misfit zone
-with
beer beer beer
-and
flexible souls
-meant
encounter without imagination
-while
just wondering
-why
then i saw the light
-as
patience ages
-that
old man winter
-was
space warped
-meaning
case closed
stan sand
When old man winter starts to sing
I often think of spring
On those cold winter days
when upon my head snowflakes play
And I feel the winter's sting
On the winter solstice the blues they ride
with a tinge of charcoal gray
Blowing cold winds far and wide
To bring melancholy to the day
You can even feel the shivers in your bones
Before you step outside
Gray the sky and blue the tones
That in my soul abide
Summer
Today we got a glimpse of summer,
old man winter, what a bummer.
Blue sky's, singing birds, oh so lovely,
bees buzzing, buds a budding, oh what glee.
Summer's calling, summer's calling, winter's waning.
Rays of glimmer, rays of hope, rays of singing.
Upward, upward little shoots, awakening faces,
reaching higher, ever higher smiling faces.
Summers calling, summers calling, show your splendor!
Old Man Winter slaps at the soul.
But my spade is smiling and sharpened.
I was born in Buffalo.
So, my bones are made from ice picks.
The heart pumps out rock salt by the bowl.
I've been through blizzards, chewed on black ice.
Hopscotched over downed power lines.
Drank from busted pipes.
Got 55 years of calloused fists.
To pound black ice into diamonds of spring.
So, bring it on, old man.
Bring it straight to me!
As the rain falls day after day
The levies start to break away
The roads are flooded everywhere
No way to get from here to there
The skies open and cry again
As the rising waters box us in
Sometimes the pain of old man winter
Hurts just like a festering splinter
But that’s ok we have seen it all before
As once again the skies start to pour
Just when you think its over you should know
The true flood comes with the melting snow