I caught snowflakes
on my fingertips
but they melted
to my dismay.
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.
Winter Snow Poems
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Awesome. When more of us realize that, the better off we all will be. I really like this poem.
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.Featured 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.Featured 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...
Snow is falling to the ground,
Piling up in enormous mounds.
School is canceled for the day.
Children run outside to play.Featured 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!
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.Featured 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...
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