Snowfields Poems - Poems about Snowfields

...Nestled with the glittering elements, I ponder the immortality of the senses— my lucidity twirls, as pirouetting flakes through sapphire mist amidst cyanic windstorms, drifting like arctic emb......

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...Skiing Is… Skiing is… Alpine thrill ride on four inch boards Boggy in the bumps – a schuss to the lodge Carving a turn leaving icy rooster tails in the air Drag lift to ride on thick moving r......

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...January digs deeper into snow drifts. Chill fingers cripple backbones, make us walk like matchstick men. February is just a name we give to tomorrow, as if we could open that icebox to see if th......

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...sun casts orange glow fresh unbroken snowfields birch cast long shadows......

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...The day my life changed in one moment just one cursed moment, time betrayed An injury they said would now never heal a quadriplegic ,waist down you're dead. vibrant colors blurred into on......

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...I awake, dull crusted in shadows, to the swelling roar of hard rain on shingles wetly dripp'd down rusted gutters, air thick with cool moisture, ozone sharp razor clean, somehow, the sod g......

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...The barren earth waits spring prances through the snowfields ~ a warm, welcomed friend Hills and valleys sing summer dances through meadows ~ a sweet visitor The lush forests climb au......

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...The white snowfields of my childhood are but fond memories today in mild winters where I live some fifteen hundred miles away. Today I wakened to a sight that carried me back in time, bright sn......

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...Days pass into the weakest of loveless nights. The moon blinks. The stars swirl beneath the colored brush of Van Gogh. He links. Comets trail snowfields of light pass agonized cypresses, schizophre......

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...The snowfields of my childhood Are but memories today In mild winters where I now live Fifteen hundred miles away. But today I wakened to a sight That took me back in time. Bright snow lies ......

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...A chill wind bites coyly at exposed necks, not yet draped in tourniquets of wool. A wrapping of white, buries ribbons of asphalt. The ways fills with metallic horsepower. Goblets of slush like spittl......

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...I remember the snows of my childhood Bringing beauty beyond compare And also how hard it was to breathe in Mouthfuls of that cold frigid air. Galoshes and scarves and long johns to don Before ......

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...Ice-pick lighting, headache inducing halogen, white screen glows, static blank heat. Anti-matter, cold and desolate as snowfields in winter, enigmatic dreamless philosophy, cryptographs of obl......

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...On this winter's night beneath sallow skylight amidst prismic snow mist ......

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