winter
A Sunny Day In Winter
A sunny day in Winter in the coastal city with the slightest chill of Winter in the breeze
The pale eyed ravens in the parkland cawing and none could mistake the song of the pee wees
So good to be out of doors on such nice Winter weather just five weeks from the first day of the Spring
For to enjoy the sights and sounds of Nature such joy that Nature to so many bring
Cloaked in their yellow flowers the wattle trees resplendent a thing of natural beauty to behold
The Seasons with their colours come to and go from Nature but Nature herself never does grow old
She is the one destined to live forever all of her life forms to her come and go
She is ever present every day around us yet of her ways so little we do know
The one who inspires the artists and writers and in her there is so much to admire
The musicians and poets of the World find her inspiring and of singing her praises never seem to tire
Were I a poet I too would write of Nature in Nature’s World so much to hear and see
Her Seasons come and go she is eternal and I sense her presence ever around me
A sunny day in Winter in the coastal city in late August Spring is not far away
The sparrows on the parkland trees are chirping for Winter it is such a pleasant day.
– Franci Duggan
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Winter Fox
When Winter comes, we put back clocks,
Aware the days are short,
Yet outside, there’s the Winter fox,
Who sees life as a sport!
To him, the days if short or long,
Are all that life provides,
That’s why he keeps both fit and strong
And warm each time he hides…
But when he’s on the prowl again,
His tootsies way too cold,
His courage strengthens now and then,
That’s when he looks so bold…
‘Just bring it on! ‘ he seems to say,
‘I’ll take it all, you’ll see!
I’ll simply live my life my way…
Be all that I can be! ‘
But as for me, I’ll stay at home
And put the heating on,
For in the Winter, I’ll not roam,
I’ll wait until it’s gone!
The Winter fox can run around,
Enjoying all that snow…
A far more pleasant time I’ve found
By simply saying, ‘NO! ‘
– Denis Martindale
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Beauty of Winter
On the hill top watch snow,
Cream on leaf does bow.
Snowflake dances in wind,
Beauty prints picture in mind.
See, sledge slips from hill,
Spirit does fill action in chill.
Queen winter shines so far,
In mid day in river falls a star.
Count the bounty of trees,
Leaves in cold do freeze.
Movement of wind touches,
Winter flies heaven reaches.
Animals and birds sing more,
Sand fills the lap of sea shore.
Picnic and pilgrimage people go,
Beauty path to heaven does show.
Beauty of winter is fantastic,
Some say this is very romantic.
God sends his holy son in winter,
To wash sin and pour virtue splinter.
– Bhargabi Dei Mahakul
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The Winter Wolves Are Coming
The Winter Wolves are coming
They are drawing ever near
The Winter Wolves are coming
They smell our blood, our fear
The Winter Wolves are coming
In packs of hundreds and more
The Winter Wolves are coming
They are knocking at our door
The Winter Wolves are coming
With teeth as sharp as knives
The Winter Wolves are coming
They mean to take our lives
The Winter wolves are coming
The smell our blood, our fear
The Winter Wolves are coming
The Cold of Death is here.
– Tim Vallie
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Glorious Winter
Come, oh most glorious Winter
Be quick to lay your silence down
Blanket us with your white coverlet
And i will wear my Green Christmas gown…
We will revel in your snowflakes-
Delight in a skate upon your iced over pond
Build forts and ramparts with much glee
Form a White Winter Bond…;
Come, oh most glorious Winter
We welcome your haunting White Noise…
All your white lanes all aglitter
Trees branches weighted-with White Winter Poise;
All agleaming and crisp making…
Comes thru the Decembers quick air
Completely dressed up in your Winter White
Oh, most Glorious White Winter, so fair!
– Theodora Onken
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Trees
Splash red –
A rush of autumn leaves that
Bled away their beauty as they
Died upon the breeze.
Frost.
Leaves lost.
Stocky frames –
Thinning at the dendrites –
Animate their colour under dusk:
A paling brown,
Emerging grey –
Deeper, darker –
Leads to black:
Silhouettes braced for winter,
Like monuments of hardiness
Against the freeze.
Barely hanging overhead, charcoal-grey chassis
Buckle under silent flow of ever-stacking billows
While stings in the face foretell the ice-blight.
An arrow-bound wind builds,
Penetrating flesh,
Whistling out its warning
To the nakedness of winter woods –
Fair-weather green coats too fickle for the stay.
Summer died upon another eon.
Autumn scampered from the chill.
But the trees fought back; upheld their dignity –
No fuss, pomp, or thrill.
– Mark R Slaughter
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Jacky Frost
When Summers blue sky fades to grey
And swiftly ends the shortening day,
When coldness takes the flowers away
Ill dance the dance of winter!
Over hedges see me trip
To frost the leaf and haw and hip,
To petrify each sparkling drip
And dance the dance of winter.
Ill fade the roses red to white,
Redress the landscape in one night!
Make the cobwebs crisp and white
And herald in the winter.
I’ll tiptoe over lawns and trees
The water pipe I soon shall freeze,
Ill bring transport to its knees!
And turn all things to winter
In leafy Hollows, see me hide,
I herald in the Christmas tide
Where man keeps snug by fires inside
While outside, I am winter.
– Lucy Burrow
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In Drear – Nighted December
IN drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne’er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.
In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne’er remember
Apollo’s summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
Ah! would ’twere so with many
A gentle girl and boy!
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
The feel of not to feel it,
When there is none to heal it
Nor numbed sense to steel it,
Was never said in rhyme.
– John Keats
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Winter Scene
There is now not a single
leaf on the cherry tree:
except when the jay
plummets in, lights, and,
in pure clarity, squalls:
then every branch
quivers and
breaks out in blue leaves.
– Archie Randolph Ammons
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Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
William Shakespeare
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