Snowflake Dance
Snowflakes float gently from the sky,
Slowly they fall passing by.
Twirling and whirling where they might,
Millions of snowflakes in flight.
Down, down, they go,
Blanketing the ground with so much snow.
Going where they may,
On the ground they lay.
Covering all that is bad,
Hiding all that is sad.
This poem was written/submitted by Andrea. Grade.
Winter Season
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.
At Window’s Call
Out my window I can see
Leaves are brown as they can be,
Though it’s Wintertime for sure
Dressed in finest of decor.
All seem sure to take a bow
Dancing in the wind for now,
Leaves that once belonged to Fall
Dancing brown at Winter’s call.
Each are patterned and with grace,
Some look like the finest lace,
Changing colors in a while,
Seasons in the latest style.
Dancing, blowing in the wind
Leaves designed ” and all by Him”
God, our maker, up above
In His wisdom and His love.
This poem was written/submitted by Katherine Smith Matheney.
Snowy River
I remember as a child,
And even yet today,
The beauty and splendor,
Of a freshly fallen snow.
Walking through the forest,
And gazing down
Into the wintered valley below,
I was struck with awe.
A breathtaking beauty laid before my eyes.
No indiscriminately placed fluff,
But a covering fashioned by the Master,
Was enrapturing my senses.
Evergreen branches covered in white,
And dripping icicles
Reflecting the new day’s sun,
Created a world of crystalline beauty.
Down in the valley,
I saw blanketed fields and rooftops,
And chimney smoke spiraling upward.
I felt peace and serenity before me,
As the magnificence of the view
Touched my heart.
The quiet and pristine picture
Brushed by the Master’s hand,
Is more majestic and mighty
Than any man could ever make.
This poem was written/submitted by Blue.
Snowflakes
Snowflakes spill from heaven’s hand
Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand.
A veil of wonder laced in light
Falling Gently on a winters night.
Graceful beauty raining down
Giving magic to the lifeless ground.
Each snowflake like a falling star
Smiling beauty that’s spun afar.
Till earth is dressed in a robe of white
Unspoken poem the hush of night.
This poem was written/submitted by Linda A. Copp.
A Winter’s Day
See the falling snowflakes
drifting by the pane,
Winging glasslike angels
falling just like rain.
The air is crisp and stirring,
the freshly fallen snow.
And the warmth I’m feeling inside,
sets my eyes aglow.
This winter’s day has come before
and will come again.
It finds it’s way to Earth
every now and then.
This poem was written/submitted by Linda A. Copp.
A Snowflake
A snowflake falls out of the sky.
A piece of God’s handicraft.
Lovely and chaste and full of His light.
It lingers like others
in one vast white sky.
Yet, stands separate, apart
with its own soul it flies.
Yes, it is one poem
in one page of time.
Yet, it be one piece
of His planned design.
This poem was written/submitted by Linda A. Copp.
Winter Harvest
On the claws of my thornbush
three woollen twists mark the passage
of careless walkers.
I expect to see them all winter through,
fading slowly, matting in the rain,
returning to their flocked origin.
Next Spring, a bird, more careful,
will pass through the bush,
avoiding thorns, gathering these
fleecy fragments for a new nest.
Black thorns, freed of the winter harvest,
will protect white blossom, shield new leaf.
This poem was written/submitted by John Bailey.
Winter Walk
I like the days in winter
when paths are packed with snow
and feet make creaky footsteps
wherever footsteps go,
and
I like days in winter
when snow lies soft and deep
and footsteps go so quietly
you’d think they were asleep.
This poem was written/submitted by Aileen Fisher.
Winter
Winter…
A cold yet cheerful season.
Snowflakes,
Children throwing snowballs,
Bundled up in scarves, gloves, and hats.
Infants screeching and yelling,
As they enjoy the first snowfall,
Of the year.
Winter…
A happy and pleasant time.
This poem was written/submitted by Martha Schaleger.