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.
May your annual commemoration
of the winter solstice
with one of the Earth's poles
at its maximum tilt from the sun
be abundant with innumerable manifestations
of felicity friends good food and fun
and may the next full circuit
of the ecliptic engender
a propensity toward
bestowing plenteousness too
and may unparalleled prosperity
be forthcoming
and settle like snowflakes
gently upon you
While hearths glow warm with ember’s light,
I dance beneath the pale moon’s gleam,
Where frosted breath curls in the night,
And ice-bound dreams take flight unseen.
The wind, a whispered song so bold,
It sings of stars in frozen streams,
Of silver landscapes, fierce and cold,
A world untouched by fire’s beams.
With every step, the crunching snow,
A voice that speaks to hearts like mine,
Where solitude and wonders grow,
And frozen beauty feels divine.
The Winter Solstice marks my days,
Its silent magic fills my chest,
The sacred chill, the moonlit haze,
This season feels like life’s own crest.
Though Yule and Christmas warm the soul,
The coolness calls me evermore,
To wander where the frost takes hold,
And where the northern tempests soar.
No words could cage this love so vast,
This bond with winter, fierce yet bright,
A thrill that lingers, unsurpassed,
Where cold and comfort both unite.
So let them stay by fireside glow,
With hands wrapped 'round their steaming cups,
While I embrace the ice and snow,
And drink the cold like boldest luck.
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.
The winter solstice
Is as big as the year
A small reunion
May you have
The warmest love
On the longest night
The days after this
Are like cold light
Meets the sun
Bright and bright.
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.
Radiant crystals illuminate thee, nocturnal mistress
in the wan dawn light where darkness drapes skies
Requiem aeternam bright halo, lies heaven’s portal
Winters wispy cirrus refracting ring circling
Mohawkin bespeaks of a Christmas cold moon
…December’s icy grip
Riffling ebb and tide, spawner of loon
Let rage and ruin Not be the end of me
Rubaiyat’s rhyme in thy honor
Let the waters settle, quotes of Rumi
Mercurial doomsday ruminates Mina Loy
Reigning ascendant masking impressions
Clouds envelop, shadow’s born shorn
Ravishing stillness, stormy tasks pending…
bright white ring of light
rage and ruin’s calmly still ~
not the end of me
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.
A Winter Rose 2-1-24
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A Winter Rose
A pale rose blooms through winter’s breath,
Perfume born from a mystic place,
Shivering blossom shines through grey
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.
Touched by sighs of the Morning Star
Rose wears crystals of frosty lace,
Rises beyond a crown of thorns
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.
Though petals droop with solstice spells
Profane bedlam of ice erased
Dewy buds chant a cradle psalm
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.
A pale rose blooms through winter’s breath,
Enfolded in the Spirit’s grace.