Poems on Winter is the name of the page we've created in response to demand. For you guys we have brass monkey rhymes and shiver ditties, here at hand. We have written and scrounged chilly verses to warm the cockles of your heart. So enough of this wintery waffle, it's time for the snow business to start
When Winter's shadowy fingers first pursue you down the street And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your feet Do you spare a thought for summer whose passage is complete Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat When winter..... comes howling in.
Poems on Winter
When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music thru your head and your rain splattered windows make you decide to stay in bed Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead Or do you pull your bedclothes higher, dream of summertime instead? When winter..... comes howling in.
The creeping cold has fingers, that caress without permission And mystic crystal snowdrops only aggravate the condition Do you spare one thought for the gypsy with no secure position Who's turned and spurned by village and town, at the magistrate's decision? When winter..... comes howling in.
When the turkey's in the oven, and the Christmas presents are bought And Santa's in his module, he's an American astronaut Do you spare one thought for Jesus, who had nothing but his thoughts, Who got busted just for talking, and befriending the wrong sorts? When winter..... comes howling in. When winter..... comes howling in. Alan Hull
These next two Poems on Winter are by, yes there had to be some, Robert Frost
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.
Poems on Winter
The west was getting out of gold, The breath of air had died of cold, When shoeing home across the white, I thought I saw a bird alight.
In summer when I passed the place I had to stop and lift my face; A bird with an angelic gift Was singing in it sweet and swift.
No bird was singing in it now. A single leaf was on a bough, And that was all there was to see In going twice around the tree.
From my advantage on a hill I judged that such a crystal chill Was only adding frost to snow As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.
A brush had left a crooked stroke Of what was either cloud or smoke From north to south across the blue; A piercing little star was through.
Jack Frost by Gabriel Setoun
The door was shut, as doors should be, Before you went to bed last night; Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see, And left your window silver white.
He must have waited till you slept; And not a single word he spoke, But pencilled o'er the panes and crept Away again before you woke.
And now you cannot see the hills Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane; But there are fairer things than these His fingers traced on every pane.
Rocks and castles towering high; Hills and dales, and streams and fields; And knights in armor riding by, With nodding plumes and shining shields.
And here are little boats, and there Big ships with sails spread to the breeze; And yonder, palm trees waving fair On islands set in silver seas,
And butterflies with gauzy wings; And herds of cows and flocks of sheep; And fruit and flowers and all the things You see when you are sound asleep.
For, creeping softly underneath The door when all the lights are out, Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe, And knows the things you think about.
He paints them on the window-pane In fairy lines with frozen steam; And when you wake you see again The lovely things you saw in dream.
Poems on Winter
Blankets of snow Christmas lights a glow The sleigh bells ring And away we go The cold wind blows We’re dressed from Head to toes In a hat, Boots, mittens And a comfy coat Winter is the coldest Time of year ‘Tis the season, It’s the reason Snow and ice appear The trees are bare Snow’s everywhere Can you see Your breath In the frosty air? With shorter days And longer nights We’ll see the magic In the stars tonight Nature is quieter And animals will rest Some sleep late, Or hibernate, That’s what they Do the best We’ll ski and skate And play ‘til late We’ll build a snowman And celebrate We’ll slip and slide Toboggan ride It’s so much fun At winter time This winter wonderland Is mine!