Poems About the Magic of Snowflakes
Winter has very few redeeming qualities. Many animals find that the best thing to do is simply sleep through it. Studies show that human beings sleep more during the winter months as well. One of the few redeeming qualities of winter is snow. There are few things more magical than looking out the window from your house and discovering those first flurries gently falling to the ground. When the snow builds up outside our houses it envelops us in a warm cocoon. The time has come to put on your warm slippers, a cozy blanket, and curl up with some hot chocolate.
17 Winter Snow Poems
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.Latest Shared Story
I was all of 16 years old (1958) at Oak Park High. We finished subjugating and conjugating at the end of our sophomore year. Finally I could put that dangling participle to rest and move on...
Poem About The Beauty Of Snow Falling Silently
The night sky is a dull grey white.
An opaque dust sheet floats so light
Upon the roofs and lamps and cars.
It settles so softly like falling stars.
It sneaks in crevices and onto window sills.
Piles up in soft layers over roads and hills,
Weighs down branches, envelopes bark,
Skips and flutters across the depth of dark.
With dawn a scene of raw meringue.
From bough and bridge and roof does hang.
Through night's deep slumber - a silent world
Descended - a ghostly shroud unfurled.
In slow motion, life begins to show.
The traffic crawls in a funereal row.
Children squeal in soundless delight.
Pedestrians slide in voiceless fright.
A world transformed into monochrome,
An aerosol sky spraying its white foam,
Floating in breathless, boundless speed,
Submerging all with voracious greed.Latest Shared Story
Oh for the winters of long ago, when the earth would often be covered in snow. How beautifully this poem describes snowflakes silently falling throughout the still of the night and the world...
3. Snow Day
Snow is falling to the ground,
Piling up in enormous mounds.
School is canceled for the day.
Children run outside to play.
Snowballs are thrown in the air.
No one has any care
About school - only fun,
Because the day is a snowy one.
Snowmen are stacked very high;
Their top hats almost skim the sky.
To make them round, they must pat,
Then finish off with mittens and hat.
As the weather gets cold,
The children are told
To come inside and eat -
Enjoy hot chocolate with a couple treats.
Once the kids are done,
They put on their gear for some more fun.
Some of them play around,
While other kids just lay on the ground.
Another kid makes snow angels
Until the dog named Bojangles
Runs through his masterpiece,
But then the owner yells cease.
Ruins all the snow angels,
Kids slide down the hill
'Til they are bitten by a chill.
Almost over is the day.
The children start to walk away.
As snow falls, so does the sun.
Time to go in; the day is done.Latest Shared Story
We, in grade three, love your snow poem. We have included own illustrations and we are going to read your poem to our Learning Buddy class of grades primary and one! We like having snow days too!
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it--it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less--
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.Latest Shared Story
The time was 1958, the school Oak Park River Forest High, in a western suburb west of Chicago. The class was English Literature, and the teacher was Mildred Linden. After Christmas break, we...
can you see?
You mean a whole
lot to me!
do you know
I love the fluffy
pure white snow?
you're turning snow into ice.
that's not very nice!
you're a big show.
We make snow people
'til it's time to go!
there are angels on the ground.
they're all around!
it's Christmas Eve.
at our beautiful trees!
make it snow
So that Santa
can come and go!
come right up!
Come have some hot cocoa
in a cup!
don't go away.
I really, really
want you to stay!
I know you must go,
but before you do,
make one last snow!Latest Shared Story
Snow white fluff
We've had enough
While it's snowing
Angry piles left by plows
All of the horrays turn into growls!
Making A Snowman
There's a silence so loud that it's deafening,
And the sun seems unusually bright.
The world is awakening to a bitter cold morn
And a crystalline blanket of white.
Our breath can be seen in the frigid air,
Our boots crunch, crunch with our stride.
Shovels resound in the midst of their battle,
As people now brave the outside.
Snowflakes still fall, leaving drops in the snow.
They melt as they land on our tongues.
People all bundled up tight to keep warm,
Suited up to let loose and have fun.
We're also determined to have a good time,
As we take our own stand in the snow.
The crisp, frosty wind tries to chase us away,
Pushing our backs as we go.
But no matter our struggle with winter's attack,
Our excitement just won't let us wait.
The snow is falling harder and steadier now,
And there's a Snowman that we must create.
Rolling the snow into big hearty balls,
Stacking each one on the last.
Charcoal for eyes and a long carrot nose,
And a hat and a scarf to add class.
A day made of wonderful memories,
Hours of laughter and childish fun.
And as time rushes by, we realize with glee,
That our work on our Snowman is done!
The gold, dimming sun retreats from the sky.
We are shivering and chilled to the bone.
Farewell and adieu to our shimmering pal,
And hello to the fires of home.
I gaze out at the night, as the house settles down,
And from the window I watch the snow fall.
And there in the glow of the fullest of moons,
Our exquisite, plump Snowman stands tall.Latest Shared Story
I was lucky enough to accidentally stumble on your poetry, which I very much enjoy. Like you, I am retired and finding writing poetry very therapeutic, both in lockdown and because my husband...
The lakes are covered with ice;
Our trees are full with frost.
It seems as a good nice winter,
but one thing, one thing is lost.
~The Snow-The Snow-The Snow!
The fireplace is a cracklin',
the moon is full and bright.
The stars are just there twinklin',
It seems as a perfect night.
But what is there missing?
Maybe the perfect sound?
Nothing but the wind gusts,
blowing the snow around.
The fire goes out;
the babies start cryin',
The wind picks up;
I start smilin'.
Could it be?
Finally some snow!?
I looked out the window to see a dimming glow.
I drank my hot chocolate,
which warmed my body.
Then, like a lion, I jumped into bed,
When the light had shown in,
I sprung out of bed.
So quick, she heard me, my mom said.
I looked outside, and saw no brown.
The ground was bright!
The ground was white!
Whiter than the whitest of rice,
Whiter than the cotton like clouds of the sky.
Maybe, just maybe, winter would be pretty nice!
A Beautiful Blanket Of Snow
A stranger came here late last night
Silent puffs of falling white
Frigid, falling, drifting down
Unusual this far down in a southern town
Blanket soft and purest clean
Rarely do we have this scene
Every roof and every tree
Covered in such purity
It was only months ago
The hurricane did fury blow
Floods did havoc sadly bring
And wrecked most nearly everything
But now the sky descends in peace
Gray-damp clouds and snow like fleece
Whisper wind of gentle sound
Floating, falling to the ground
And like a bandage covers deep
The scars our hearts will always keep
For Christmas comes and now we see
Nature says she is so sorry
She drops her flakes as if to show
Her love with gifts of gentle snow
Here just before this Christmastide
The scars of Harvey...she will hide
11. A Snowy DayABC Poem About A Snowy Day
As soon as snow falls, we
Bundle up and head outside.
Children everywhere come together for a
Daring snowball fight until
Eventually one team surrenders.
Fighting through the snow to get back home, being
Greeted by mom with a steaming cup of
Hot chocolate with marshmallows.
Intensely running to the door, I was
Jerked backed before going outside.
Keeping my thoughts to myself, I
Looked out the window at all the freshly fallen snow. I
Mourned the loss of not going back outside.
Nagging at the roof were several icicles.
Once getting to the long night, I
Planned my adventures for tomorrow.
Quietly running downstairs,
Racing pass my mom in the kitchen, I
Stepped down the slippery steps,
Taking my time so I wouldn’t fall.
Under the tree I built a snowman.
Venturing to neighbors' houses to
Wait for my friends to
Excitedly figure out something fun,
Yelling for help when I went back inside, because my
Zipper got stuck on my shirt.
Waiting For Snow To Fall
"It's the middle of winter," they would say,
But I just stared in dismay.
"How could it be winter without a blanket of snow?"
They said, "We do not know."
I waited hours, I waited weeks,
Yet you could still see those mountain peaks.
"The snow will not come this year," I thought.
Not a single dot.
I wanted to build a beast of a snowman this year
And sled down those snow hills with no fear.
Ski around the maze of trails with ease,
Seeing all the lovable white trees.
Then one day I saw something fall,
And it was so very small.
There were millions of them coming.
Oh, it was stunning!
The sun made the snow sparkle like glitter.
It was a real homerun hitter!
Today the snow will fall all day,
Leaving a path of fun on its way.
I immediately had chills run up my spine.
This is my heart's sunshine.
I love the snow so very much,
And I ran outside to hear it crunch.Latest Shared Story
I remember reading a poem when I was younger about a boy who was in bed and imagined that it snowed outside--I think he heard all the right sounds--and wished so hard that it was snow--but...
13. Snow Dream
I feel wet snow
on my cold, dry skin
As the darkness falls
to settle in.
The stars shine bright
to lead my way
Through tall, snow covered trees
which bend and sway.
I know not where I came from
or where I will go,
while strange noises crunch
the new fallen snow.
I have no fears
of this strange, dark place
where sounds surround me
without a face.
The night goes on peacefully
dark and slow,
with all beauty shining
as a glistening glow.
I have been here before
though I know not when.
As sure as I know
I will be here again.
A place that is quiet,
safe comforting me,
while the icy brook flows
'round a sweet smelling tree.
I feel wet snow
on my warm, soft skin.
It is this dark place
that I want to be in.
Then I open my eyes
and it all floats away,
As bright warm sun shines
on a brand new day.
Window panes covered
in sparkling frost,
reminds me of a beautiful thing
I have lost.
My heart tells me in hours
this day will be past,
when the nighttime comes
to me slowly at last.
I am back in the snow
so pristine and clean.
Sadness shows me I've found
this was only a dream.
14. Touched By SnowSouls Connecting
A small girl on a frozen pond... skates in hand.
A small pond... trees near by... snow is falling.
A bench to put on her skates.
A twinkle in her eye.
Touched by the wind on her face.
Spinning... spinning... spinning.
Snow flakes are falling.
Together, a picture.
A young woman kneels near the ice.
Her eyes catch the eyes of a small girl there.
She feels the presence of eyes upon her.
An old woman sits on the bench.
Her thoughts drift...
Eyes twinkle behind closed lids.
Painting pictures in the snow.
A small girl arrives... she sits on an empty bench.
Snow flakes fall.
She looks over a frozen pond... trees near by.
A gust of wind... snow flakes spinning.
Copyright 2008 David Hoffmann
16. The First Snow
Everything gets covered,
As the powder falls down.
The snow seems to be discovered,
As kids start to leave town.
The rushing and running,
As kids go out and play.
Just to view the fun,
That would keep them out all day.
Slipping and sliding,
And making snowmen.
While staying in hiding,
From the blistering wind.
The kids come in inside,
To drink something hot.
And go back outside,
To make a snow yacht.
I jump on to the toboggan,
landing behind my friend.
We ride down the hill,
the sled not lagging an inch
in the thick snow that covers the ground.
I close my eyes, opening them
just in time to see
that we are headed into the bushes.
We put our hands out,
ready for the attacks
of loose branches,
striking hard like iron bars.
Little burrs jump on to us,
as if to get away from this cruelty.
The snow hits us and takes
our little hitchhikers into the shrubbery.
Not soon enough our ride is over -
our bellies ache,
and our wonderland has been destroyed.
We look back at the branches
that have been whacked to a pulp.
The trees sigh and wave goodbye
and give a not-so-sincere apology.
Luckily Mom will be waiting with the cure -
a tall cup of ginger tea.
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