Solstice Winter Poems | Examples
These Solstice Winter poems are examples of Winter poems about Solstice. These are the best examples of Winter Solstice poems written by international poets.
Winter Solstice
By Franklin Price
Dec 21, 2025
Today is Winter solstice
In the northern hemisphere
Above the Arctic Circle
Sunshine does not appear
Daylight is the shortest
And Winter has begun
Every day until the Summer
Each day will have more Sun
That’s the way the Earth works
As it moves around the Sun
That is why we have four seasons
Happy Winter everyone!
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The year is
cumbersome now~
an awkward
breath held
between
the dark
and
what comes
next.
Trees' black silhouettes
stand out
against the
sky as it
fades.
The sun,
low
and exhausted,
touches
everything
but warms
nothing.
This is the turning~
a gentle hinge
of light,
the world
tilting back
toward
possibility.
The hunter flies
through the winter skies
so clear.
The baby lies
asleep and wise
so dear.
The morning’s daughters have come to bring
where the star stands
sweetness, power, and suffering
in their bright hands.
The soft snows keep
the earth asleep:
sunrise is near.
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this winter solstice
light a candle in the night...
bid the sun's return
Winter Roses - Mystic 11-8-25
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Winter Roses
white winter roses
amid the wrath of blizzards ~
born in summer wombs
seeds baptized by rain
birthed in warm breaths of sunlight ~
autumnal surprise
frosty solstice queen
dressed in a gown with sequins ~
winks with aurora
pink frost party dress
hues of jewel tones glitter ~
cold winter thriller
magical snowbells
descendants of vernal joy ~
wears chilly bloomers
peppermint ice roams
with soft pompoms like snowballs ~
stays to kiss springtime
polestar spreads her seeds
as tempest breath turns sultry ~
artic roses sleep
mystical flower
a rose blooms at the manger ~
yuletide miracles
A Vine in Winter – 2-18-25
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A Vine in Winter
January wakes
Whispers with kisses of snow
In floating bits of crystals
Catching weak beams of sunlight
Glinting on Lovestones of the misty isles
Where dewdrops quiver
Beneath the wand of hoarfrosts.
Tendrils colored in evergreen,
Not beholden to time or seasons
Or hibernation’s demand, pulse.
Silent lianas,
Protector of the vernal resurrection,
With quilts of tender tendrils,
Weaves a covenant of scented leaves,
Over skeletons of loam.
Through sleepless tempests of winter daze
This solstice cape, scented by faithfulness,
Sees into blackberry winter’s glory -
A snow rose endures with promises of renewal -
Harbinger and prophet.
It’s cold
It snowed
I shivered
I shoveled
A Solstice sun
Silently smirked
Iridescent icicles
Licked their lips
A crunch of crusted snow
Battled the scritch of shovels
Headless snowmen
Wandered in wonder
I shoveled
I shivered
It snowed
It’s cold
Winter Is here,
Fear washed away my sorrow with desperation and opportunism,
Now I wait for winter,
For I will meet the woman of my dreams in winter,
Torrid freezing,
Will throw her into my arms,
Winter is here,
Fear washed away my manhood with white supremacy,
I’m dreaming of a white woman,
To wash away all of my sorrow,
I am desperate and opportunistic,
Winter is here,
I finally found my white bride,
She told me she loved me as she put me in handcuffs for being black,
I cried tears of joy,
Winter is here,
My jacket is white like the snow,
It makes me look cool,
But I can’t move,
And boy do I have some moves.
winter solstice arriving...
shortest day and longest night...
silent trees gather forces
for returning light
lighter, longer, brighter days
saunter through the winter gloom...
light triumphs over darkness
renewal awaits
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As
Winter
Approaches
The sun ascends
From the left of east,
And sets due left of west.
During daylight hours sits low,
After winter solstice, gains height.
Peaking when summer solstice arrives
Then starts its orbital journey once more.
Written on 5th November 2024
Sapphic Poetry 10-22-24
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Winter
Winter breathes a fantasy into morning.
Wreaths of icy crystalline drift through gardens.
Snowflakes dance a rhapsody over meadows
Wonderland divine...
Flurries chant their signatures at the daybreak,
Swirling wonder, shimmering crystal magic.
Falling silver serenades sing in plainsong -
Seasonal carols…
Solstice cycle symphonies float like diamonds.
Jewels of the jubilee capture sunlight.
Barren landscapes murmuring transformations -
Miracles abound.
Autumn morning wakes to the winter solstice.
Shadows lengthen, hiding in lonely forests.
Naked tree limbs reach for the cold moon's brilliance.
Heavenly silence...
Season's mother patiently incubating -
Seedlings sleeping under the drifting snowfall.
Nature's blanket ~ natural incubation
Waiting for springtime...
Cozy fires flicker on frosted windows.
Prayerful voices echoing through the silence -
As tomorrow waits like a wistful wish does
Hopeful horizons...
Freezer door open early winter crystals emerge
I am sunk deep
in the dark of this day,
peer out of a hollow
that holds the tribe's history
drawn in ochre on a rock wall.
Outside is a numb, frozen world
that yields little food. Animals
are scarce and I am kept alive
by stealth and making most
of the meager offerings that
fall to my spear.
I hate being here,
imprisoned in a poem, placed
in this icy wasteland of prehistory,
cold, abandoned in a pocket of time
by a poet sitting in a warm room
in the twenty-first century.
Note.
Winter Solstice will occur
on the the twenty first of June
for us southern hemisphere
tribes.
Winter is when life put on hold.
Winter is when not hot but cold.
Winter is snow falling on hills.
Winter is reservoir refills.
Winter is when animals hibernate.
Winter is when people by the fire wait.
Winter is when temperature drops.
Winter is when everything stops.
Winter is when harsh winds do blow.
Winter is when farmers don't sow.
Winter can be blue and so very sad.
Winter can be sunny and not so bad.
Winter is always short days.
Winter is always dark ways.
Winter is three months of the year.
Winter is finite, have no fear.