Spring and winter are wrestling with March
One day it is seventy-two and almost balmy
By that evening we are in danger of getting frostbite
For two days we are running around in shorts.
The third day has us bundling into our snowsuits.
We need our de-icer the minute we leave it in our garage
Buds on lilac trees freeze before they can open
Spring and winter flip flop back and forth, flexing muscles
We do not dare plant anything until May.
April is almost as iffy as March.
We are pawns in this climatic game of chess.
Inaccurately predicting their next moves
Categories:
snowsuits, seasons,
Form: Blank verse
Winter Is Here
Winter has come! (The season for fun)
Sing with cheer to those near,
“Bring out the boots and tuques,
Parkas and scarfs, mitts and snowsuits,
And long underwear,
And other paraphernalia of gear.
Winter is here!”
Snowflakes appear, falling out of the sky,
Thicker by the minute, blotting out the light.
Slowly they fall, softly they allay,
Covering the ground in a white duvet.
Snow angels are made where children play,
And snow people smile with round about shapes.
Snowballs are flung at each other in glee
While pets bark and chase anything moving.
From atop the hill, children screams debut;
Amid flailing arms in air of frosty blue,
“Get out of the way, we’re coming through!”
As the hill’s bottom comes into view.
Categories:
snowsuits, fun, snow, winter,
Form: Rhyme
it will be twenty-nine degrees tonight
where are my snowsuits and mittens?
tearing off my outerwear now.
wanting to strip down to my knickers
high of 81 at three this afternoon
football cheers and band playing
screaming girls, handsome silent players
someone claims they saw a snowflake
was it a leaf? or a mere fabrication?
a mini spaceship? unclear but it fits in well
with the harvest moon and the witch cackles
Halloween – demonic or delightful?
October contrasts
Categories:
snowsuits, weather,
Form: Free verse
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped
Wintry weather creeps down with passing days,
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
Many of the larger critters are sadly trapped,
For they have not adjusted to our urban ways
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped.
Tall, spindly pines are in thin snowsuits wrapped
In the wind a snow-laden limb melodically sways
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
Native brown bears, fat and lazy, seem zapped
As they search for a safe place while winter splays
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped.
Before the snow can melt, it is once again lapped
Piling up high, thwarting mountain hiking forays
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
For years the mountain trails have been mapped
It’s possible to enjoy those Christmas Eve sleighs
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
Written October 29, 2022
Categories:
snowsuits, animal, mountains, snow, weather,
Form: Villanelle
gravitating together,
children - puffy fat in snowsuits - grasp
one another's mittened hands,
in-line unison,
their fall backwards into a soft ridge of snow
kid-laughter dances on the bending wind of cold
saturated tones of silliness
freefall play
repeated in fresh drifts with puckish twists
newfound layers of warmth
with ruddy, winter-worn complexions
an untroubled time
in the bruised abundance of snow
etched by imprints
winter's candy floss to children
life-loving voices that torch the chilling air
with joy
before heartbreak is definable
before bindings shape their toil
Poem composed February 20, 2022
Categories:
snowsuits, childhood, cute, encouraging, joy,
Form: Free verse
I stood on a wheat-grassed hill,
It's crest a overpass.
Pine rows below overgrown.
Forming into forest behind.
My childhood grounds.
Three boys, friends in time
Winter of "78"
When clouds dropped heavy
Deep covering, white cold
Draging sleds, overstuffed
In snowsuits.
The boys used this hill
With joyous lust
And loud laghter.
Slicing with metal runners
Above depths of storms.
A ramp.
Formed snow tight.
Near bottoms incline.
Shot there pleasure upwards
Twards a haze of gray,
In the quick, gravity's glee
Bodies held tight, gut waiting
For ramps flight.
Later that spring
A newspaper tucked
Under my arm
Told of a woman,a body.
Beaten, burnt
Left in the fall.
We stood, three boys looking.
Polices tap streamers,
And vehicle tracts.
Seeing black Reminisce
On white grass shoots.
We could smell decay
Were the ramp use to be.
Three boys, guilty faces
Scilently reminiscing joyouse lust
On the back of violated dead
Over and over to the haze of gray.
Life kept the body and heavy.
Burdend by snow-pleasure.
Categories:
snowsuits, age,
Form: Free verse
Lips puffy
like kids in snowsuits
Cellular layers of passion
Dramatic curves
like red apples
But soft
Moveable
Sensory organ
pulling me near
small parachutes of matter
Smooth corners on the track of NASCAR racing
Telltale signals of attraction
gravitational skin pull
that sends me spinning
all the same
Poem Composed: April 2020
Categories:
snowsuits, appreciation, beauty, desire, for
Form: Free verse
Christmas snow began falling in earnest
Before the children awoke
And many were up by five
Squeals and delight filled homes
as they noted the fast snow from their
picture windows,
Presents took a backseat as nature
provided them with the promise of
wet snowsuits, pink cheeks, and
a slushy wet playground
A sled! Kurt yelled. And there was a
mad dash around the tree to see if there were others
Nothing like snow, Mommy said to Daddy
after she had fastened them into their snowsuits
and helped them find their scarves and mittens.
They watched them trudge through the sticky stuff
uphill toward the best mountain in the valley
The one right behind their house
Hot cocoa? Daddy guessed.
Mommy said not yet, lingering under the mistletoe.
Moments like this did not come along often
when your children are ten, eight and six.
Best Christmas memory ever
Categories:
snowsuits, christmas,
Form: Free verse
Winter in Canada was once a joyous time
Back then, it signaled igloos and snowsuits divine
So cute and cuddly
Faces all ruddy
A joy to live in the north no matter the clime
Categories:
snowsuits, winter,
Form: Limerick
Winter rhapsody, the snowflakes ascending slowly,.
Reaching the rooftops and houses.
Winter rhapsody, pedestrians in their winter clothes,
Warm caps snowsuits ,coats and boots,
Winter rhapsody, a horse drawn sleigh riding through the pioneer village,
You could hear the jingle bells.
Winter rhapsody the athletically dressed skiers zooming down the hill,
Toboggans and sleds, parents and children delight.
Winter rhapsody, a walk through the deep snow,
The air fresh and clean,
Winter rhapsody,,building a snowman called Frosty,
Making snow angels in the fresh snow
Winter rhapsody, snow forts and snowball fights,
There are many winter activities.
Winter rhapsody,, the resorts where the parents and children,
Live their dreams and appear in elegant fashions.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Categories:
snowsuits, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, god,
Form: Free verse
It was supposed to be
A simple snowshoe expedition
Nothing glamorous or too exciting
But the day started out magnificent
Gloriously sunny and mild
Ideal for newbies and amateurs
It felt like a girl guide outing
Average age was ten
The trail was awesome
Breathtaking on either side
Snow covered bushes as far as you could see
Glistening sprinkling of fairy dust
And here we were single file
A line up of coloured tuques and snowsuits
Getting acquainted with our snowshoes
Making our imprints with every step
What a surprise awaiting around the corner
A huge bonfire
Who would have guessed
Roasting wieners on a branch
Best lunch we ever had
A most magical marvelous memory
When all was done and said
Nothing left but light fluffy snowflakes
Caressing the last few remaining embers
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted for contest EMBERS AND SNOWFLAKES sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSEN - January 2, 2018
Categories:
snowsuits, adventure, fire, nature, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Gearing up to what should be magical
Special winter to be a first of firsts
Brand spanking new at the grand-parent thing
Marshmallow snowsuits, sleighs and Santa Claus
First fluffy snowflakes falling from above
The Christmas tree lit up with shiny balls
Starring our nine-month old baby darling
Picturing with glee the sheer confusion
Crazy folk coaxing him to be wreckless
Bows, ribbons and coloured flashy paper
A few minutes of this and he’ll get bored
To make him magnificently happy
He just wants a cardboard box and cookie
Our Christmases will never be the same
Knowing next year he’ll be more into it
Now we just drool at all the photo ops
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted for contest MY WINTER sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - November 17, 2017 - RANKED 5TH
Categories:
snowsuits, baby, christmas, confusion, fantasy,
Form: Verse
Mistleaneous
Children waiting, contemplating;
tree lightings; reindeer sightings;
decorations; toy donations;
food galore; help feed the poor;
evergreen; Nativity scene;
cookies baking; baby's waking;
Church at midnight; candles bright;
presents wrapped; wallet's tapped!
Lights out; Santa's about;
each door is locked; no chimney's blocked;
parents sleeping; no peeping;
early morn; Christ is born;
kittens mewing; coffee's brewing;
wind's roaring; Dad's still snoring;
bags of paper; toddlers caper;
long parade; breakfast is made;
boxes tossed; batteries lost;
crayons broken; kind words spoken;
happy faces; sled races;
mistletoes; ice cold nose;
stay inside; snowsuits dried;
dinner's ready; bring old Teddy!
Heaping plate; no one is late;
dishes cleaned; windows steamed;
tummies aching; picture-taking;
T.V. show; fire's low;
kids in beds (sleepyheads);
Christmas cheer? The best this year!
Categories:
snowsuits, holiday
Form: Rhyme
I stood on a wheat-grassed hill,
It's crest a overpass.
Pine rows below overgrown.
Forming into forest behind.
My childhood grounds.
Three boys, friends in time
Winter of "78"
When clouds dropped heavy
Deep covering, white cold
Draging sleds, overstuffed
In snowsuits.
The boys used this hill
With joyous lust
And loud laghter.
Slicing with metal runners
Above depths of storms.
A ramp.
Formed snow tight.
Near bottoms incline.
Shot there pleasure upwards
Twards a haze of gray,
In the quick, gravity's glee
Bodies held tight, gut waiting
For ramps flight.
Later that spring
A newspaper tucked
Under my arm
Told of a woman,a body.
Beaten, burnt
Left in the fall.
We stood, three boys looking.
Polices tap streamers,
And vehicle tracts.
Seeing black Reminisce
On white grass shoots.
We could smell decay
Were the ramp use to be.
Three boys, guilty faces
Scilently reminiscing joyouse lust
On the back of violated dead
Over and over to the haze of gray.
Life kept the body and heavy.
Burdend by snow-pleasure.
( had trouble with this one, comments I would greatly need, thanks Johnathon.)
Categories:
snowsuits, childhood
Form: Free verse
I wake to see
A sea of white
Laid upon us during the
Night
Heavily bearing weight
On the limbs
Brisk are the winter winds
Dancing flakes on window the trims
A wonderland to delight our eyes
It’s snowman building in children’s eyes
Noisy snow blowers in
The neighborhood
Shovels scrapping
Ice hanging off the dogwood
And those cumbersome coats and boots
And getting kids into their snowsuits
Rosy cheeks
And runny noses
Frozen hands and cold toes
And in the evening light
Illumination seem very bright
So hang those mittens
By the fire and
Off to bed
Its time to retire
Categories:
snowsuits, nature, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
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