Winter
0The snow has blanketed the earth and there is such quiet about. As the sun shines, the snow sparkles with such beauty It’s like a thousand diamonds that sparkle when the snow glistens in the sun.
It seems so appropriate that the world should have Winter … to rest. There is so much to prepare for, with Spring just around the corner, and all the activity that Summer brought with it.
Skiing through the woods, I can even smell the freshness of the snow. The silence, as the snow falls , has me engulfed in thought. I see fresh tracks of those wood critters who have been searching for food.
I feel there eyes upon me as I ski pass them, and know their presence. They stay quiet … so as not to disturb the day … and not to be seen. We are as one in the quiet of the woods on a snowy day.
It would be a good place to stop here and rest. The trees are laden with snow … makes me think of snow ghosts, and some branches even have remnants of ice frozen on them.
As the sun shines, the snow begins to melt on the trees and the branches are freed of their burdens of heavy snow. The branches appear to weep with the melting of the ice.
It is not a tear of sadness however that is shed, only an acknowledgment of change and that’s the beauty of the quiet of the wood … it displays itself so well.
To acknowledge the quiet and peace, is to know that I am such a part of this. That is the way of it … I am an integral part of the snow, the sun, the quiet the world and it too is a part of me … that is the way of the circle.
This poem was written/submitted by Cougar Wisdom.
Winter
0 I am Winter full of woe,
I am the season that is oh-so-slow!
White! White everywhere!
The only type of weather I have is fair
Snow on top of mountains,
Frozen water in the fountains.
Snow and Ice help me on my quest,
To try and make me the very best.
Spring and Summer are my worst foes,
I hate them so bad I melt my own snow!
Autumn is okay, He is my best friend,
Our friendship won’t ever have an end.
Frost is the twin brother of Ice,
He has a temper as hot as spice!
Well, I am sorry I have to go,
The sun is starting to melt my snow!
This poem was written/submitted by Ame B.
Winter
0 The days grow darker as the nights grow chill.
The wind blows shrill as darkest nights grow chill.
The wolves howl, the moon rises, as nights grow chill.
Darkness dances as snowy winter falls.
The swirling snow caught by the breeze slowly
Falls, making snowy mounds over dark halls.
Death comes touching all, taking lives in icy
Halls. Fires glow, torches sputter, as the snow falls.
The days grow darker as the nights grow chill.
The wind blows shrill as darkest nights grow chill.
The wolves howl, the moon rises, as nights grow chill.
Darkness dances as snowy winter falls.
Brittle shields shatter, swords stuck by frost.
The wind dies, the silence sweeps through dark halls.
Snow keeps falling, men stop dying, as Life
Breathes back that which was taken as the snow falls.
The days grow darker as the nights grow chill.
The wind blows shrill as darkest nights grow chill.
The wolves howl, the moon rises, as nights grow chill.
Darkness dances as snowy winter falls.
All things stop, for the snowy winter falls.
This poem was written/submitted by Jared R. Harmon.
