Winter's Embrace
Shimmering lakes of silvery ice
welcomes skaters' scarring slice.
Hills adorned in lacy white
watch children sleigh into the night.
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.
Shimmering lakes of silvery ice
welcomes skaters' scarring slice.
Hills adorned in lacy white
watch children sleigh into the night.
This poem is absolutely beautiful! My 3-6year old Montessori students have worked on memorizing this poem for their Memorization Work this month. They are able to recite the entire thing!
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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.
Awesome poetry!!!
You paint a picture so extremely grand
of a magical winter wonderland
Though Jack Frost may bite fingers, nose and toes,
his art compares to Michelangelo's.
Winter's sleep so close to death,
piercing with his arctic breath.
Brittle, naked limbs stretch high
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I will gaze at the stars,
And maybe even Mars,
They are all so bright,
On a wonderful clear winter night,
This is really an enthusiastic poem about the season of winter. Just reading it got me so excited for the coming winter season. I don't think a point was missed in describing the thoughts,...
Piles of snow beneath my boots
chilly winds blowing everywhere
snow keeps mounting on the posts
on the windows and on the roads
I loved it...It is simply perfect..thank you for giving me a lovely poem to enjoy..
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?
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Sensational tresses like locks of snow
Passionate eyes like embers aglow
A pale face with indication of desire
Surrounded by subtle white fire
So beautiful! A new way to see winter in my life. Too bad it doesn't snow near my home.
The snow slowly falling off the trees,
The feel of the cold sharp breeze.
The feel of the soft powdery snow,
The sun going down with a bright glow.
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay
I love this poem. It make me appreciate what the writer had done.
To 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.