Wintry weather wearies the mind
Another snowstorm's on the way
Icy roads can leave you in a bind
Wintry weather wearies the mind
You lose your gloves, scarves left behind
You shiver beneath skies of gray
Wintry weather wearies the mind
Another snowstorm's on the way
1-10-2026
"What miracle of weird transforming is this wild work of frost and light, this glimpse of glory infinite?" – John Greenleaf Whittier
Soft snow swirls down from heaven like God's sweet kisses,
Naturally cold candies, their flavour unique,
I catch them on my tongue and they melt in my mouth,
I twirl with the snowflakes under the winter sky,
This frosty white weather was created for me,
I love its cozy stillness and its cool chillness,
Snow angels and snowmen add their magical touch,
Icicles hang like crystal daggers from rooftops,
Adding to the nippy niveous nature dance,
Fluffy floating feathers of an angelic bird
Feefle as flakes... tender freezing flames from beyond,
How I love this still, chill, wintry white wonderworld!
The chilly wintry mornings
The shaking souls,the icy feelings.
The hands and legs shivering
The snow falling and glittering.
The colorful flowers around
That spread in nature and surround.
There is no way to think beyond
God's creations, make us astound.
The dusky days,the long nights
The sun is dull,with low lights.
The snowfall makes the mountains white
The environment, though quiet brings delight.
The season has its own beauty
The nature does its full duty.
The atmosphere seems sooty
Yet foggy and fruity.
The frost around, the cold breeze
Make creatures numb and freeze.
The frozen seas,the serene bees
The cherries blossom, the green peas.
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The days are fast,the nights are slow
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Winter's mist curtain
Sweet fragrance of tree jasmine
Sunshine filtered in
gentle wintry breeze
sets in motion pirouettes
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Night creepers, scattered and unsheltered
On gelid, squiggled grounds litted by moonlight and painted
Voracious appetite of the long told-tale of suckers
Esurient schemiels relishing, twitching on leaves and trees of dream-catchers
Mimicking voices of beasts in echoing bills
Bereaving the lost ark of blaring mills
Emblems etched on walls and covered stones
Roving on wheels and winds of collar bones
In the gathering gloom
of a winter's afternoon
as the light leaches
from the room
I'm more prone or inclined
as comforts tug
to recline supine
beside the hearth
here on the rug
with a good book
than step outdoors
as if you would take a look
outside the window
should you care
it's more than slightly
chilly out there
with snowflakes
blowing in the air
better on the floor I think
with a hot drink near the fire
until my tired eyes start to close
in repose and so go upstairs where I retire
Swirling, twirling
Crisp and white,
It’s a snowflake
Kind of night…
Crystals shimmer
By moonlight,
Building castles
Till daylight…
Love came to me like a warm fire
Hugging me in a cold wintry night
As a burning bush you engulfed me
In your flames of desire
A little delay till our souls met
Never caused any harm
It was God's miracle
That brought us together in this cosmic bond
But it takes time to embrace the pain
Of not having you near
And loving you wholeheartedly strong.
On a cold wintry day of December
a praying owl with jewel eyes of ember
helps the stars in heaven dismember,
as the moon prays to remember.
Winter's arrival always excites,
Waking me in the dawn's soft lights.
Unfazed by the chilling cold, I step out,
My abode to the garden ,Nature's gift ,no doubt .
A tranquil place ,a delight to behold,
Streamed with visitors, Young and old.
The breeze blows gently, birds chirp with glee,
On the pebble path, I wander care free.
Exotic plants and flowers adorn the scene,
pausing to devour sunshine, serene.
The exquisite beauty lingers in my memory,
spellbound by nature's captivating scenery.
As she dances to a frosty tune
Her wintry smile is cold as ice,
She waltzes midst leafless trees -
They shiver at her touch!.
She calls the north wind
and blizzards come
Her cold heart,
Thaws in
Spring
Winter has cast its strangling hold inside and outside.
The joys I have known are gone.
Cold winds blow bleak and harsh.
The flowers in my garden have wilted and withered.
All things sweet have passed and flown away.
Flakes of snow, layer on layer, lie piled within,
And harden as rocks with worms of fear inching their way,
To eat away all the delicate buds of hope.
Spring, Oh! Spring grace me with your regal smile,
Brightening my sky with constellations of stars.
Crash down the walls that segregate, leaving me a fugitive,
And pour love's balm into my bruised soul.
Possess me as an unseen benevolent spirit,
Thawing the frozen interiors with your warm sunshine!
Winter’s silent soul
Kisses away the darkness
With trembling flakes, snow feathers
Cardinals whisper
Blessing the breathless prayers
From hearts who feel love’s inklings
Soundless as snowdrifts
On the edge of a shadow
Caressing the mountains, the stars
Imaginations
Lift the spirits with lights,
Dazzling rays of hopeful fires
Burning away nights
Hues of laughter, kindness sighs
Erasing the fears, the tears
Stirring memories
Moments who prick the spirit
Collecting joy, so gentle
Endless reflections
Melancholy bleeding through
Branding love onto the dream
Aching frosts, bitter
In graceful, glacial coolness
Amazing artic natures
Imagine loving,
Through the snow blanketed days
Rising to find what love means
Drifting on the stars
Enchanting hopes, glistening
Stardust winter tones, rustling
Winter subsides, soft,
As the mellow flurries, calm
Bearing the twilight season
March arrives soon, winds,
Blowing away the last gusts,
Inviting the spring’s new birth.
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. - J. R. R. Tolkien
Wintry frosts silence the starving night skies,
Aloof as the freezing stars, glistening
In biting waves from distant sun’s disguise,
Gentle ramblings, deer and hare listening…
Icy mornings, bitter from frigid chill,
Aching breathes remember last spring’s fervor,
When swift winds would leave hushed trails so still,
Stirring hearts to hear the silent observer.
December winds, swift as the trembling snows,
Gusts so alive they seem to dance a waltz,
Whisper to the soul, blessing where she goes,
Gentle as the light so eager, but false…
Since winter’s smile seems to tell us we’ve lost,
Feelings flow despite the words of jack frost.
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