Barren white
The snowy vale
'Neath the moon tonight
A quiet pale
Flecked with shimmering ice
Dancing in beams of silver light
The cold winds blew
Snow gathered 'round a lonely yew
I watched the winter sun onward rise
A distant grove aglitter dazed my eyes
As the golden morning gave chase to cloud
That lay atop boulder and bush
A white ghostly shroud—
I listened to the snow crush
'Neath each step
As I crept
Thro' snowy silence
Ring aloud
Snowy snowy everywhere,
Right from near to elsewhere.
Frozen lakes and frozen minds,
It can make anyone deaf and blind.
The herd of penguins can be seen,
In the place where white beats the green.
Concentric layers of black and white,
To take on the unavoidable freezing fight.
The younger ones are trembling in cold,
Luckily they are encircled by the bold.
They keep on moving like sticky bands,
To share proportionate time on that land.
United they stand and divided they fall,
Nature gives justice to all.
Tonight, her footsteps crack and moan —
She's useless when her tears frost over,
The gutter running without her, alone
There's another ghost inside porchlight silver,
A foot melting on the banister —
She's dark as the wind that picks her up,
This twisting whirl of white clumps
Against wind now seeming touchable —
Outside, the snow jumps
With the draft...and then the window's wail,
Being broken apart like snowflakes assails,
She touches the real parts in foggy glass —
The cold that blasts through a girl's face,
Years after, the woman outside this table —
So the terrace is her cup, white laughter, dark tastes.
GQ guy hot and sexy.
Voted playmate sensation of the winter months.
Envy of all previous centerfolds.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Kids can never have their fill
Of sledding down a snowy hill
And naturally, our local place
Was packed with families who embrace
The city life and came prepared
To romp in spaces to be shared.
Their bright toboggans let them slide,
Enjoying extra time outside,
When normally, they’d be in class
Until the school day hours would pass.
Today, though, lessons would be taught
On Zoom, so every student ought
To be home staring at a screen
Which isn’t part of their routine.
So many bailed, I’d have to guess,
Based on the joy none could suppress.
These snowy days are very rare
And therefore, it is only fair
That every child who has the chance
Grabs all the fun that Nature grants.
Years ago, on a snowy morn,
Before my kids were even born,
I left super early to start my drive
So in plenty of time I would surely arrive.
I taught in a school 20 miles away
And, although lots of snow was predicted that day,
The radio had no announcement I heard
That schools would be closed, which I should have inferred.
By the time I pulled up, it was quite a storm
But inside of my car I was nice and warm.
There were no other cars, one lone person about;
The custodian, shoveling, gave me a shout.
“I just got the word - we’re officially closed.
Go on home!” which I did, as you might have supposed.
Though the roads were much worse and some curses I flung,
I made it home fine, but of course, I was young.
And each year when a blizzard’s predicted, my mind
Flashes back to that morning, when I was still blind
To the fact that in snowstorms, by using your head,
You’re much better off home, staying cozy in bed.
There is something about pure white snow on the ground
a cold bite in the air and nothing really on the agenda
Should I bake? Rest? Write? There are lots of possibitlities
and today is going to be a good day!
rare sight
red-orange snowy owl
rad bird
Shrewd, sly and savvy Jack Frost
Paints the world in shining icy ghost,
With his snowy glittering art,
Amidst his peers, plays a bright frosty part.
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“Christmas—a time for seeing the ‘unseen’ magic in everything.”Quote by the author
moonlit snowy eve
church bells chime a joyful sound
peaceful holy night
snowflakes gently fall
blanketing the world in white
serene peaceful hush
sparkling icicles
frozen tears sent from heaven
crisp air nips the nose
frosted windowpane
candlelight dances within
Christmas magic born
Frosty the Snowman wore a jaunty hat,
He danced on the lawn and tipped his old cat.
He said, “I will melt, but not today!”
Then he slid down the hill, or so they say.
I awoke from a nap to find it's now snowing
It was clear and sunny before my nap
Now there seems to be a cold snap
As I look out and see the wind blowing
I can see a glow in the woods with some clearing
I hear some faint sounds of laughter and bells
Now dressed to go out, my curiosity swells
What I encounter is sweet and endearing
There is Santa singing in his sleigh full of toys
Elves are dancing, laughing while having a toast
While giving Santa a fun holiday roast
Playing and ringing bells like a bunch of schoolboys
They saw me, but were not surprised, as if they knew
To my surprise they knew my name
And asked me to join the fun, if I am game
Then said, "we have a gift for you."
Santa gave me a large red bowed box
Inside was a snow globe replica of my home
And to shake it when it's snowing and I'm alone
To join them again for fun, games and snow walks
‘Great Wonder to watch Winter's shiny show of snowy charm strictly speaking , a splendid
splendour,
Since born, staying only in summer zone,
no idea of natural beauty in snow.
So far tasted only ice cream cone.
About snow fantasy how could I know?
Debut of snow flakes in chilled attitude :
on my first meet with serene snow scenario
in a tourist spot on high altitude.
Me slandering up, clouds floating below.
Hanged icicle stalactites with pointed tips
from roof of our hotel ! A great wonder
We two to enjoy honeymoon trip !
Snowy charm whelmed me ! Sheen splendid splendour !
Shiny snow elating whiteness over slant path-
Skating on silvery slippery snow downhill
Fun in throwing snowball and jogging in mirth
We ventured sliding on sledge on amorous thrill.
I can reminisce fantastic snow fantasy :
Metaphoric mirage drifting on dazzling ice !
Enchantment of glossy massy snow turned classy.!
Danced delight : Divine numinous noble nice.
Snow Fantasy or Christmas Nostalgia Poetry Contest, Constance La France, writing for theme 1
I am a queen
Like the ones in those movies with the sled dogs pulling them on sleighs
Except I don't want that for my dogs.
I am the sort of queen who walks elegantly
Though not in dresses because it's simply not practical.
I am the snow boot mistress
Securing my specialized soldiers as anything but listless.
I am a fair ruler
Though not pretty, I am just,
I am ferocious.
I wield my icicle sword by the hilt
And my hands don't get cold
For I am the Queen of Snow.
I am everything I want to be,
Living out my fantasy,
Until Mama calls me inside;
My cheeks are rosy
And it's heavily snowing
And the darkness is growing
And she has the fireplace roaring
And the tea is pouring
And it's almost time for dinner...
I can be a Queen again
Tomorrow
spring season.
brings blooming buds, warmer warmth, strengthening sunrise -to -sunset,
subsequently snowy season,
sooner than summer.
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