First Snow Poems | Examples
These First Snow poems are examples of Snow poems about First. These are the best examples of Snow First poems written by international poets.
Everything was turning green.
The trees had started budding.
Tulips just now breaking ground,
New life through topsoil flooding.
Then it happened, light at first,
Flurries drifting down.
Then heavier, blowing sideways,
Covering the streets of town.
The wind so fierce near blew me down.
The snow was at my ankles.
It's Spring gol-durn-it, what is this!
This insult really rankles.
It was warm with singing birds,
And budding trees and flowers.
We shouldn't have this blizzard now.
We should have gentle showers.
Then one thing came to my mind,
Pro-Vin-Chee-Ul E-Ner-Sha !
The sign up on the highway says,
Welcome To Alberta.
The first snowfall transforming all to wonderland
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The touch of winters first snowflake
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this poem was written in response to the above weekly prompt picture:
Creativeramblings.com/poetry/prompted-haiku-16/
first steps crunch~
then silence swallows each imprint,
a fleeting braille of passage
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Feathers of winter
drift through the hush of midnight~
cold lullabies melt
on my tongue like forgotten
dreams of a child's first snowfall.
stillness settles in
snow lays as it first fell
the path not taken
First snowfall of the year !
I love how perfectly beautiful winter is !
And... Christmas is coming soon !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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fragile twigs tremble
first light cracks porcelain snow~
winter holds its breath
The streetlights cast a yellow glow against the darkening evening. I pull my collar higher against the bite of the wind, the kind of cold that promises change. Overhead, the sky is a heavy, bruised violet, ready to burst. And then, it begins—not a downpour, but a tentative, silent drift. Individual crystals, each a fleeting architectural miracle, unique from one another, begin their slow descent from the sky to the frozen ground. The world around me starts to soften, hard edges blurring under a gentle, accumulating lace. My breath forms tiny clouds in the crisp air as I catch a single, perfect star on the tip of my glove, a transient visitor from the heavens, a small piece of silent magic.
sky slips first snowflake
like frosting on a cupcake
liquid world keepsake
I’m more inclined to write of shoveling snow
As I like to write about the things I know
Yet will reflect upon the dazzling flakes
Depending on how long the shoveling takes
For children wait with snowmen on their minds
And mother peeks from behind venetian blinds
While I the roller of “snowmanic” orbs
Must protect my snowball fight reserves
Snow angels hover o’er the battlefield
To see if age or youth is first to “yield”
Surrend’ring to the call to outside lunch
Hot chocolate and the sound of snowy crunch
Thus does the chill of winter thrill us all
Whether we be snowmen short or tall
first snow lies around
like a clean laundered white dress~
chill bites into flesh
Indian summer come and gone
the winds have turned cold
the trees now almost bare.
Reaching for our warmer coats,
there’s no denying fall’s arrived.
The first snow has fallen.
The forecasts had warned us,
still it was a shock to all.
As for me I had a strategy.
I locked my door and stayed inside,
I planned to let my system adjust
no matter how long it would take.
A couple days of stubbornness,
I start to finally see the light.
I remember things I like
about the period gearing up to Christmas.
The happiness within begins again to stir ~
Lineku: 3 lines of 5-7-5 each line comprised of 5 or 7 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
winters first snowfall
freshly brightens the drab ground ~
snowflake radiance
November's roses
linger through December . . .
fall's final gifts
the season's first snow
shows flakes pearlescent
drifting in moonglow
all through the night
with silence as its escort
falls the snow
a blessing bestowed
when light streams through my window . . .
dawn's tranquility
a cold day sun-graced
and on my bushes repose . . .
roses still snow-kissed
first snow~
mountains bundled up
in winter caps