Winter's Artist
An awesome scene the artist paints, expert and deft his hand.
Brush strokes swift, he draws with ease, a winter wonderland.
Landscape sketched from memory, heavens and land entwine
Rapidly the scene is set, exquisitely divine.
Winter Poems
Winter is the season when the whole world seems to go to sleep. The weather is cold, the ground is hard, and the trees and plants seem to be dead. Since there is little else to do, it is a time that is conducive to working hard. There isn't much else to do, and the weather seems to suggest that we must buckle down and do the things that we have been avoiding. This is not a bad thing. It can very satisfying to work hard and be creative. Creativity is part of our makeup. Without a purpose in our lives, depression would quickly set in.
Nature Poems about Winter
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Ice Princess
Sensational tresses like locks of snow
Passionate eyes like embers aglow
A pale face with indication of desire
Surrounded by subtle white fire... -
Winter
Wonderful Winter WonderlandI will gaze at the stars,
And maybe even Mars,
They are all so bright,
On a wonderful clear winter night,... -
The Hunt For The Northern Lights
Snowy white fox of the Arctic,
was it your brush-like tail
that sprayed snow, like crystal sparks,
adorning the dark sky with a shimmering veil? -
Seasons
Seasons PoemWinter is cold, with gusts of tumbling snow
When rain falls down and nothing ever grows
For children it's the snow that they desire
And cups of cocoa in front of the fire -
Winter Warmth
Piles of snow beneath my boots
chilly winds blowing everywhere
snow keeps mounting on the posts
on the windows and on the roads... -
Winter Wonderland
Through the trees the sunlight filters,
Glinting off the snow, caressing the water,
While water falls noisily nearby.
... -
Winter Love/Hate
Poem About Hating Cold But Loving WinterTo be honest, I hate the cold; I freeze easily,
But I love how the snow tickles my nose.
I love how the trees are naked
And the sky dresses them in white like a dress. -
The Day The Snow Finally Came
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." -
A Winter Eve
Poem About A Peaceful Evening SnowThe crunching snow beneath my feet
Breaks the silence of the winter eve.
I hear the patter of beginning sleep
On my evening stroll, as others sleep.
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