Winter Poetry     "We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late." - Marie Edith Beynon -     Snow-flakes " Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded; This is the secret of despair, Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded, Now whispered and revealed To wood and field." - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow -     Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening " 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. " - Robert Frost -     A Winter Eden " A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise as it can be And not melt snow or start a dormant tree. It lifts existence on a plane of snow One level higher than the earth below, One level nearer heaven overhead, And last year's berries shining scarlet red. It lifts a gaunt luxuriating beast Where he can stretch and hold his highest feat On some wild apple tree's young tender bark, What well may prove the year's high girdle mark. So near to paradise all pairing ends: Here loveless birds now flock as winter friends, Content with bud-inspecting. They presume To say which buds are leaf and which are bloom. A feather-hammer gives a double knock. This Eden day is done at two o'clock. An hour of winter day might seem too short To make it worth life's while to wake and sport." - Robert Frost -     Dust of Snow " 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." - Robert Frost -     A Patch of Old Snow " There's a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain Had brought to rest. It is speckled with grime as if Small print overspread it, The news of a day I've forgotten - If I ever read it." - Robert Frost -     My Winter Friend " Snowman, snowman What's your name ? Snowman, snowman, winter friend I'm glad you came my way again. One round ball for your head, Tied just right, a scarf of red, Pearhaps a silver tie instead Snowman, snowman, winter friend, I'm glad you came my way again Then your tummy big and fat, Two eyes of cola, a tall silk hat, A carrot smile, I like that. Snowman, snowman, winter friend I'm glad you came my way again." - Judith A. Lindberg -     Bits of Lace " Snowflakes in the air Winter everywhere Jingle Bells, sing Noel, Special gifts to share Snowflakes on the trees, Painting fantasies. Wonderland, hand in hand, magic sight to see. Snowflakes on my face, Little bits of lace. Decorations, celebration, Downhill sledding race. It's Christmas ! - Judith A. Lindberg -   Click below if you have clicked on Winter Tour on the Winter Main Page. | Continue the Winter tour |   Page created on: December 28th 2001. Last updated on: January 16th 2006. ~ Graphics by: Irene ~ Olli ~ Helena ~ Some poems from Bry-Back Manor ~ ~ Midi: "Solamente Una Vez", from Luciano's Piano Bar ~ [ Site Index ] [ Home ] | Back to the Winter Menu |

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