Snowbanks Poems | Examples

Odyssey

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." ~ Anne Bradstreet

Winter’s quick wind slips shadows through my soul,
Risking dawn’s light, leaving a mournful glow.
Deprived winking stars, moon will still console,
Grasping night with promise of graceful flow.

Wintery breath clasps the silent snow’s fall,
Rescuing each flake with cool, frosty thanks.
Gasping at the dance, beauty not so small,
Braving the night, gentling even snowbanks.

Wintertime comes and goes, leaving light trails,
Glistening joys, falling from the night skies,
Racing to meet life with enticing tales,
Memories of sweet love that never dies.

Winter’s easy light glows into the night,
Moving souls to hear its legend so bright.

Winter Storm

The wind roars like a lion
As a sheet of snow, blows on by
Dusting of white sticks to windows
The weighed down bushes tip over
Outside, there is a brewing war
I walk, bting wind on my face,
By the snowbanks climbing higher
I hear loud scraping of plows
The tree branches crack like gunshots
Suddenly, blinded by white-out
All the animals have hidden
Parked cars are buried, pillowed mounds
No time to keep up with shoveling
The storm is whipping nature
Then it slows, miraculous ways
Change tames wind all around
Smoke now seen from.the tall chimneys
Light breaks through and the war is won

12/26/22

Entry for the winter storm contest. Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues

Towns In the Moonlight

~Towns in the Moonlight~




              Nestled in snowbanks, bright.
              Just past the old, wooden bridge.
              Sounds of angels’ wings.


                     

                         11/26/2021

Squinting At the Sun

The time between meals
Keeps shrinking.
That's because time is relative,
And we move relatively slower
As we age.

What are we to make of that?
What lesson? What wisdom?
We are waiting for our star,
Our celestial friend,
To climb.

And as it does
The snowbanks of winter
Will be melted,
And we will bask in sunlight,
That ray of summer.

It has been a long winter.
Our bones are tired;
Our skin is cold.
Now, as spring approaches,
Time seems less an enemy.

And hunger,
Not so empty.

It Caught My Eye

I drove by snowbanks with mountains in view
Pleasant thoughts traveled with me on my ride
Under deep blue skies, in a bright sun’s golden hue

When it caught my eye, flying from the side
A Bald Eagle soared out of trees I passed
Pleasant thoughts traveled with me on my ride

A sight captured in my mind, now to last
A clear elegant flight, welcomed me
A Bald Eagle flew out of trees I passed

So grateful for a surprise sight to see
Nothing but a smile was left on my face
A clear elegant flight, welcomed me

My thoughts now lifted to another place
Things we may see next, we do not know
Nothing but a smile was left on my face

We seek answers, yet so much to know
I drove by snowbanks with mountains in view
An eagle caught my eye, star of the show
Under deep blue skies, in sun’s bright golden hue

Heidi Sands 

3/9/19

Arctic Blasts

Cold air, strong wind, high snowbanks, with sun still shining through
A brisk, clear, walk will wake you up from all that you do
Branches squeaking all around from the wind that blows
Winter’s endurance is stronger than anyone knows
Frozen snowballs are scattered across the pavement on the street
Slippery ice patches are everywhere to look out for, under your feet
This is what you see in the mountains from many arctic blasts
While the long winter shows its mighty force, for as long as it lasts

Heidi Sands

2/26/19

Destination

*Inspired by the Photo


The road but lonely, takes me to a new special place
Lavender skies, with pink cloud reminders of peace
That I may release some things, to shed this tired face
As miles leave behind the fight for conflict to cease

There is not a soul in sight in the empty space ahead
Beyond the piles of frozen snowbanks I pass by
Only troubled thoughts remain from where I fled
Across the miles, beneath the wide promising sky

The snow has touched the trees decorated so fine
The air I breathe is fresh as all the newborn dreams
The middle of the road I travel, is divided by a line
Where the destination I seek, is not as far as it seems

Heidi Sands

2/20/19

Hearts So Pure

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Hearts So Pure

I walk with the sun on my back, following my shadow
Across icy patches, eyes watering, from cold wind as I go
By snowbanks above my head on the sides of the street
Where pavement is shining wet, beneath my feet
Then I turn around, with the sun shining on my face
My shadow follows me, through this beautiful place
My heart beats with strength, as I walk up the long hill
Faith stronger than ever within me, to follow God’s will
To shine in the coldest places that I may forever arrive
To never give up on what I believe, to continue to strive

You can do this too, for we all have a shadow
But without learning from the sun, we wouldn’t know
How to overcome the darkness, we all may endure
The choice to love always reachable, in our hearts so pure!

Heidi Sands

2/17/19

Following Footsteps

The skies are gray, since morning today
Snowbanks rising higher, in the way
Animals hiding, birds not around
The snow piles up without a sound

No sign of spring, but hope does remain
Changing of seasons, winter winds wane
As flowers bloom, memories will stay
Sparkling white snow on ground where it lay

Beauty blooms in every season
From this creation, that gives reason
For all that we may choose to create
Following footsteps to reach our fate

Heidi Sands

2/15/19

Placed joint 1st in the Poetry Contest 560.  Sponsor:  Brian Strand

Stab the Helpless Ground

Hurtling clumsily through dark layers of sky --
   Unwelcome residue of engorged, menacing clouds --
Gathering momentum, bulking up as they descend
   To stab the helpless ground with their frigid edges 

Few brave this nasty turn of events -- by which 
   Peaceful cityscapes are transformed into cold infernos
Of fiery ice -- to greet them, to acknowledge their
   Triumph over once-soft, once-pliant 'Mother Earth'...

Like bullets from b-b guns or darts from tasers
   They burrow into the earth, into snowdrifts, into
Snowbanks, slashing their way -- howling through the
   Clogged arteries of a grating metropolis, grinding her gears

Black Ice Pie and Chalk

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.

Mistletoe

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

Coldest Winter

The Weather People say it surely has been
A couple of cold and snowy winter months
I'm not at all pleased with this revelation
Long for the days it was once

Used to wonder if we'd have a green Christmas
Well there sure was no question this year
Would've been a miracle if it turned out green
We had snowbanks up to our ears

Lived in Canada since the day I was born
Should be used to weather up here
It's something we actually never get used to
More than once I've frozen my ears

Why me? Why wasn't I born down in Jamaica
Walk around in shorts all day
Dream on my friend, think of this
Could've lived near Hudson's Bay

© Jack Ellison 2014

Winter Wonderland

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

Waiting For Spring In Primorskaya

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

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