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The Snow

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See the snow
Its a blanket, soft and white
Falling slow
Covering the world, making it bright

Hear the snow
Crunching underneath feet
Children throw
The snow in the street

Smell the snow
The freshening scent
As the steady flow
Makes my heart content

Feel the snow
Powdery, it freezes your toes
As the blanket starts to grow
And the cold wind blows

Taste the snow
The way it makes the world look clean
Still cold though, 
Makes the world, a beautiful scene

Love the snow
When I see it snowing all day
I just know
That everything is going to be okay 

Katniss Everdeen

Christmas lights

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Christmas Lights

My son lives in Florida with his spouse 
I was visiting them at their house 

On my last day in the warm sunlight 
He was outside hanging a Christmas light 

I walked outside and my eyes started to tear
Because my wife is no longer hear

I always disliked hanging Christmas lights
Early comes the winter days and nights

My wife would always give me directions 
On how to hang the decorations 

I now miss hearing my wife say
No don’t do it that way 

I didn’t always take her advice
To hear her now would really be nice 

Michael Gelb

Christmas eve

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All was quite on Christmas Eve

Not a sound could be heard

For I was waiting for Santa

In the silence something stirred

 

I heard the sound of tinkling bells

Echoing through the night

Could this be Santa Clause?

On his sleigh all bathed in light

 

O please Santa don’t forget me

For I have been good and true

O Santa please don’t let me down

I would like something special from you

 

Instead of bringing me presents

I ask nothing at all for me

Just wrap all the spirit of Christmas

And deliver it for all to see

 

The spirit of Christmas is magical

Lets touch those in need

Let it touch those that are starving

Giving nourishment for all to feed

 

Let it comfort the lost and lonely

And to all those and their own

Bring the spirit of Christmas

As they sit alone at home

 

Bring laughter back into this world

Let it lift up and sustain

Shower it down on those that suffer

To bring peace into their life again

 

As the tinkling bells drew nearer

I hoped Santa heard my plea

That all my prayers would be answered

And the presents he’d leave for me

 

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

My Ice Queen

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She stands before me with icy stare, 
I dare not breathe; do not dare.

For one cloud of breath toward Her Grace
may break an icicle from flawless face

Forced to my knees by daggers of ice, 
my back they stab, and my wrists they slice.

She stands before me, regal and royal, 
never content with Servants’ toil.

Snow-dusted willows attack my skin, 
the rule of my Queen will always win.

I say not a thing, for my words are strong, 
to batter her beauty all day long.

Attack like a bull, and shatter to shards, 
the Queen of Diamonds, with all the cards.

In her eyes hides longing gleam; 
burning desire to run free as a stream.

A candle I’ll hold, like never seen; 
an endless flame to melt my Queen.

Death of much; an affordable price, 
in order to rescue my Queen of Ice. 

Dan Brown

Winter

Winter

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I am winter,
Coldest season,
If you’re looking for a reason,
Skiing sledding,
sled 
Leafless trees,
Skate on ice,
No sign of bees…
The Earth has tilted,
From the sun,
Days are short,
But still such fun…
Put some gloves,
On your hands,
Enjoy my winter wonderland!

Walking by Landmarks

 

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I took a walk outside the other day
And realized the world has remained the same
The fields are changing as the
Clouds build their quiet momentum
But the stroll is a similar cadence
One can never be moving too soon
While in life missing steps
Would be
A bit nerve wracking
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I took a walk outside the other day
Skies with their hue of golden blues
Will always brighten my day
Even as the wind’s ice take form
I seek a quiet comfort internally
Only to recognize again
The sudden calm’s change
Might be
A tad unrelenting
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I took a walk outside the other day
And questioned what occurs
When my mind begins to sway
Off course into a never-land
Of energy no less endearing
Yet driven by our world’s demands.
Could be
A new awakening
~
I took a walk outside the other day
And when I listened to the sweet melody
Of simple pleasure in nature’s Grace
I could imagine a peace
A love of beauty and delight
Shed all aspects of the past
Only to relish a newer day again
Will we
Ever make allowances
~
I took a stroll while on a new avenue today
Noted the people’s intent to thrive in the gray
~
Thom Amundsen
http://thinkingoutloudagain.wordpress.com

MAKING SNOWMEN

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Icicles hang like chandeliers

Melting raindrops on the ground

Children playing having fun

Making snowmen in the park

Hat,scarf, and carrot nose

Trees stand in an icy pose

Children play until its dark

Now they’ve come to close the park

Thomas Sims

It’s Snowing

 

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Look out of the window

Look, look it is snowing

People are all slipping around

All of them towing and frowning

 

Nature has created a picture

A panoramic view of sheer delight

Covering everything with snow

O my what a wonderful sight

 

Children riding on their sledges

Careering down the hill

The air is filled with laughter

Giving everyone a exhilarating thrill

 

Transport all at a standstill

As the weather begins to freeze

The frost has painted a picture

Upon the pavements hedgerows and tree’s

 

We all get excited when we see the snow

We endure the problems it does bring

Then we know after it’s all over

We look forward to he coming of the Spring

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

My sneaking tears

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How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height –
Composure swayed by onerous might.

My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill; 
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone –
‘Twas clouds abandoned I was on.

The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears –
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain…

On equal bearing now were we: 
This rain, myself, in harmony.

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

I hate snow

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“Snow And I Just Don’t Compute”

Snow you arrive when it’s brutally cold,

An army of billions you travel so bold.

Flake by flake you fall and cover my life,

Which causes my morning commute to be full of strife.

At the first sign of warmth you cower away,

But remember in 2011 if you land on an army base you can now tell them if you’re gay.

After you’ve been on Earth for a while you turn gross and brown,

However some think you are beautiful when you cover their town.

But I am not one who finds you appealing,

Some would say about my personality that this is revealing.

While many children were using you to make angels and men,

I was anti-socially curled up inside watching TV in the den.

The fact that some people love snow is one I won’t dispute,

But please understand that snow and I will never, ever, compute.

BEAUTIFUL SNOW – YOUR FAVOURITE SNOW POEM

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    Oh! The snow, the beautiful snow,
Filling the sky and the earth below,
Over the housetops, over the street,
Over the heads of people you meet.
Dancing,
Flirting,
Skimming along,Beautiful snow! It can do no wrong;
Flying to kiss a fair lady’s cheek,
Clinging to lips in frolicksome freak;
Beautiful snow from heaven above,
Pure as an angel, gentle as love!

Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow,
How the flakes gather and laugh as they go
Whirling about in maddening fun:
Chasing,
Laughing,
Hurrying by.

It lights on the face and it sparkles the eye;
And the dogs with a bark and a bound
Snap at the crystals as they eddy around;
The town is alive, and its heart is aglow,
To welcome the coming of beautiful snow.

How wild the crowd goes swaying along,
Hailing each other with humor and song;
How the gay sleighs like meteors flash by,
Bright for a moment, then lost to the eye:
Ringing,
Swinging,
Dashing they go,

Over the crest of the beautiful snow;
Snow so pure as it falls from the sky,
To be trampled in time by the crowd rushing by –
To be trampled and tracked by thousands of feet
Till it blends with the filth in the horrible street.

Once I was pure as the snow, but I fell,
Fell like the snow flakes from heaven to hell;
Fell to be trampled as filth in the street,
Fell to be scoffed, to be spit on and beat;
Pleading,
Cursing,
Dreading to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy;
Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,
Hating the living and fearing the dead.
Merciful God!  I have fallen so low!
And yet I was once like the beautiful snow..

Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,
With an eye like a crystal, a heart like its glow;
Once I was loved for my innocent grace–
Flattered and sought for the charms of my face!
Father,
Mother,
Sisters–all,

God and myself I have lost by my fall:
The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,
Will make a wide sweep lest I wander too night,
For all that is on or above me I know,
There is nothing so pure as the beautiful snow.

How strange it should be that this beautiful snow
Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!
How strange it should be when the night comes again
If the snow and the ice struck my desperate brain!
Fainting,
Freezing,
Dying alone,

Too wicked for prayer, too weak for a moan
To be heard in the streets of the crazy town,
Gone mad in the joy of snow coming down:
To be and to die in my terrible woe,
With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow.

Helpless and foul as the trampled snow,
SINNER, DESPAIR NOT! CHRIST STOOPETH LOW
TO RESCUE THE SOUL THAT IS LOST IN SIN,
AND RAISE IT TO LIFE AND ENJOYMENT AGAIN.
Groaning,
Bleeding,
Dying–for then,

The Crucified hung on the cursed tree!
His accents of mercy fall soft on thine ear,
“Is there mercy for me? Will He hear my weak prayer?”
O God, in the stream that for sinners did flow,
WASH ME, AND I SHALL BE WHITER THAN SNOW.

Gillian’s notes

(This is J. W. Watson’s great poem, “Beautiful Snow,” which has created something of a sensation in the literary world, and made a National reputation for the author, inasmuch as it has been copied into nearly all the leading publications and received the praise of the press generally.)

As Soon As The Frozen Snow Melts To Go

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Frozen is the snow.
Melting it will go, 
Away…
When Spring begins again.
And flowers bright will bloom.
And I…
Want to be that one, 
To share…
This Spring that comes with you.

Walking like we’ll do…
With a budding we’ll get to know, 
As soon as the frozen snow…
Melts to go.

And flowers bright will bloom to gow…
With a budding we’ll get to know, 
As soon as the frozen snow…
Melts to go. 

Lawrence S. Pertillar

The burial in the snow

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How well do I remember
Of a burial in the snow,
On a winter’s evening
Some fifteen years ago;
The ground was covered over
With the beautiful crystal snow,
And it glistened in the moonlight,
Like diamonds all aglow.

It was a pleasant evening,
That merry Christmas eve;
And I never can forget, how
The frost hung on the tree.
The moon was shining clearly,
And the sleigh-bells rang so sweet;
Ah, it was splendid sleighing,
The snow was two feet deep.

My grandparents were living
Some two miles then away,
My parents went to see them,
To spend the holiday.
I went with my kind parents,
For the evening was sublime,
To see dear aunts and uncles,
And have a merry time,

I saw the beaming faces
Of my grandparents dear,
As they met us on the door-step,
With welcome words of cheer.
In fancy I can see them
As in the days of yore,
When they welcome home their children
Through the old familiar door.

The banquet board that evening,
Was filled with cake and wine,
Delicious fruits and oysters
That came from foreign clime.
It was a merry party
That met once more to roam,
My grandparents were happy,
Their children were all home.

Grandpapa said, “dear children,
Lay the tea things aside,
And some of you get ready
To take a pleasant ride.
The moon is shining clearly,
The evening is sublime,
O’er the crystal snow we’ll glide,
And have a jolly time.”

Hats and cloaks were soon put on,
By those who wish to go,
They were wrapped up snug and warm,
For a sleigh ride o’er the snow.
Their hearts were light and gleeful,
They rode away with ease,
I never can forget them,
Or that merry Christmas eve.

On that beautiful evening,
They rode five miles away,
O’er hills, and dales, and frozen snow,
With prospects bright and gay.
They came to their journey’s end,
And soon were homeward bound,
A more joyous, happy band
Was nowhere to be found,

The merry sleigh bells ringing
Out on the midnight air,
And merry voices singing
All “right side up with care! “
The horses were high-spirited,
They ran away, and lo!
Broke loose from the sleigh, and left
It buried in the snow.

The people of that party
Lay scattered all around,
Some were frightened, others laughed,
To think it happened so,
That the end of their sleigh ride
Was a burial in the snow.

Yet they were gay and happy,
The bright moon o’er them shone,
And laughing o’er their sleigh ride,
They all went trudging home.
Some of those friends are dead and gone,
That met in that old home,
And never will we meet again,
Around that dear hearth stone. 

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My snow ball pet

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“I made myself a snowball as perfect as can be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me.

I made it some pajamas and a pillow for its head.

But late last night it ran  away but first it wet the bed!”

Snow Blizzard

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Snow is falling
Making it hard to see
The temperature is dropping
To negative digits
Winds are picking up
Swirling snow into piles
Having little finger drifts
Cover the roads
Hiding the ice patches
That are dangerous
To most drivers
Kids are no where
To be found
Only adults
Out on the driveways
With red and blue shovels
Scooping up snow
And throwing it off to the side
These winter storms
That most people fear
Are the cold and miserable
Snow blizzards

The snow Fairy

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Softly, softly, on the breeze
The snow fairy flitters among the trees;
Her laughter’s warm, it brings good cheer,
And merriment this time of year.
With glittery brightness and magic’s glow
She gently lights upon the snow;
From tiny pocket makes food appear
To feed the birds and the tiny reindeer.
Then with a smile and a twinkling eye
She bids the dear little ones goodbye;
For she has much to do today,
Though what it is I cannot say;
Now it’s a secret, but soon you will know,
And you’ll be delighted from head to toe!

IF YOU SEE A SNOW FAIRY LET US  KNOW 

THE SNOW QUEEN

 

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WHERE the wild bear clasps the ice

Over the hanging precipice,

Where the glittering icebergs shine

Within the sunset, red as wine,

Where the reindeer lick the snow,

To see what there may be below,

Where the shades are blue and green,

There lives, they say, the great Snow Queen.

 

Wild her eyes are as the sea

When northern winds blow lustily.

Her queenly robes are white as snow,

But flaming diamonds on them glow,

And many a precious stone.

Of green ice builded is her throne:

Polar bears her watch-dogs are–

Her only lamp, an evening star.

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Once with my scarf knotted over my mouth
I lumbered into a storm of snow up the long hill
and did not know where I was going except to the top of it.
In those days we went out like that.
Even children went out like that.
Someone was crying hard at home again, 
raging blizzard of sobs.

I dragged the sled by its rope, 
which we normally did not do
when snow was coming down so hard,
pulling my brother whom I called by our secret name
as if we could be other people under the skin.
The snow bit into my face, prickling the rim
of the head where the hair starts coming out.
And it was a big one. It would come down and down
for days. People would dig their cars out like potatoes.

How are you doing back there? I shouted,
and he said Fine, I’m doing fine, 
in the sunniest voice he could muster 
and I think I should love him more today
for having used it.

At the top we turned and he slid down,
steering himself with the rope gripped in
his mittened hands. I stumbled behind
sinking deeply, shouting Ho! Look at him go!
as if we were having a good time.
Alone on the hill. That was the deepest
I ever went into the snow. Now I think of it
when I stare at paper or into silences
between human beings. The drifting 
accumulation. A father goes months 
without speaking to his son. 

How there can be a place 
so cold any movement saves you.

Ho! You bang your hands together,
stomp your feet.  The father could die!
The son! Before the weather changes.
Naomi Shihab Nye
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