Short Snowbanks Poems
Short Snowbanks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Snowbanks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Snowbanks by length and keyword.
High snowbanks surround
Slush puddles frozen on street
Seagull atop pole.
An Haiku from Your Window contest
Carol Fillmore
quicksilver
he chases the squirrel
into the icy field
snapping
branches trap him
until they break
keen
eyes on the chase
skimming over snowbanks
he wins
quicksilver
he chases the squirrel
into the icy field
snapping
branches trap him
until they break
keen
eyes on the chase
skimming over snowbanks
he wins
~Towns in the Moonlight~
Nestled in snowbanks, bright.
Just past the old, wooden bridge.
Sounds of angels’ wings.
11/26/2021
Iron spine in shadowed quiet,
Waiting for the warmth to stay.
Resting in the frosty moonlight,
Watching snowbanks drift away.
Holds the ghosts of parted lovers,
Tracing lines on weathered wood.
Endless winter never smothers,
Where the tranquil wood has stood.
Winter fairies tunnel deep in snowbanks
pop up here and there- unleashing a prank
they're fond of black ice pie
canning fruit and fireflies
above each of their doors hangs a snowflake.
Come spring they have to be on the caution
when the skyline pocks with blackbird and hawk
if they let their shields rest
bones will line every nest
and their souls will become wee puffs of chalk.
WAITING FOR SPRING IN PRIMORSKAYA
River still frozen
Sharp wind cuts
Sun-bright ground
Clear blue sky
Breath fogs air
Threadbare snow-blanket
Snowbanks reveal shrubs
Ducks wait daily
Spring arrives soon
Walk across the frozen fields
Inhale the frosty air
Nap before a blazing fire
The tall tales that we share
Etching angels in the snow
Reward the inner child
Wage a friendly snowball fight
Obsess, let joy run wild
Nutmeg eggnog with cinnamon
Deep snowbanks edge the lane
Everything is fresh and new
Replacing autumns wane
Lakes attract the skaters
And to hills the skiers go, I'm
Never more alive then when I'm
Dancing in the snow
Mini, musical meowing, eight weeks old, smaller than
Icicles hanging from the porch, she slips into the
Snowbanks, a frock of fluffed-out fur, dashes in, nestles on
Tissue paper, a tiny tiger with stripes of gray, now pouncing on
Lights blinking, there-gone, there-gone, where? her
Eyes a green mirror of mine, now she is
Tangled in tinsel, crouching butt-wiggle, batting
Ornaments and chewing ribbon, scaling our
Everest of a tree, my Christmas kitten I named Mistletoe.
12/19/18