Sonnet Winter Poems

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet 

How is the tender word love...

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What The Roses Don’t Say
by Michael R. Burch

Oblivious to love, the roses bloom
and never touch ... They gather calm and still
to watch the busy insects...

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The sun beats brighter than it did last month,
with mercury up in the low forties,
my time is running out for winter fun,
March is such a...

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Oh lonesome winter of abandoned wood
With branches so empty of April green
Your alabaster heart, misunderstood
In keeping a beauty by most unseen

I too have been called...

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Solid dew pearls ornament the leaves
Shivering winter pushes sun into sleeves
Moon glances through the icy blizzard
Bearing it as a brave wizard

Sky waters the land with...

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“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so...

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Dark rainbowed wings enfold a tortured heart
An oil slick presence seeping through its core
As scarecrow scowls shout “oh please depart”
An ocean scent drifts idly far...

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It comes from the sky, white, powdery gifts,
upsets may, but gets us vibrating,
we call in from work, get cover for shifts,
no way we are not...

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Two rust-red tubes running up the hillside,
by the wood's edge, hidden just in the trees,
they have water, and compressed air inside,
pumped up the mountain to...

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The trees will shortly sleep; for all we know
may never wake, such is the bitter hold
of winter. Leafless limbs soon leased by crow
an echo of...

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The pond is the finest of mirrors, never showing exactly what is above, but converting it to a image so beautifully smudged and broken. The...

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Perhaps I’ll lose my leaves and stay this year,
To join winter’s bleakest winds and hours; 
My northeast friends will leave and disappear
For southern sun and...

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November’s raindrops shiver as they fall
Its cold grey weary sky must fade away
As winds become that howling siren call
To leave the cooling ponds in winged...

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A winter love toying outside
melts all the pride in my heart
And it makes me feel warm inside
When that illusive existence start 

The cold tries hard...

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Grab up some pine I cut up last weekend,
back creaks as I put it up on the block,
splitting maul flashes, in an arc descends,
sinks deep...

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