Poems on Winter

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.

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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!

Wendy Wiseman...Poems on Winter

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