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Lisa Conway Feb 26
Fresh and crisp mornings
your breath hanging in
white clouds of steam
frozen carpets of crispy leaves
popping and crunching as you shuffle on
the Sharpness of a frigid breeze
that blows straight through you
making ears tingle and noses shine
children laughing hoping it snows
for snowman building, sled riding
and days off school
snowdrops appear
peeking their beautiful
heads above a frozen ground
and finally heading indoor
for getting warm
with hot water bottles ,
drinking chocolate and
a roaring fire



©L Conway 2020
Leah Barton Jun 2019
Look at you with your snowman eyes
They'd easily burn if they weren't so cold
I suppose you can only have black in your sky
When what you see with is made of coal

What can you hold with your kindled hands?
Fingers entwined with a matchstick touch
Discarded from a dying branch
Holding the frost that you love so much

You really are a wintery lad
With your salvation scarf and your carrot nose
If you weren't so cheery you'd be quite sad
Left out all night alone in the cold

When springtime rears its pretty head
Heating the rooftops one by one
Well frosty, you're as good as dead
And the people will wonder where you've gone
Jordan LC Murphy Feb 2019
Broken to my heart,
All them feelings that I've lost,
I was frozen in the dark,
A cold sibling of Jack Frost.

Frozen up my thoughts,
Chucked the chills out my spine,
There's a reason I'm called fawtz,
There's a reason I don't cry.

Colder than a Eskimo,
Colder than the snow,
Colder than the freezer I store my skeletons in,
Colder than you'll ever know.

Blast me in a blizzard,
I'll stand up and I'll laugh..
But melt my heart with warmth and love,
And watch me run a mile.
Lily Feb 2019
I know you saw it,
The snow coming down in sheets,
The snow you wished would quit,
The snow that covered the whole street.

White flakes escape from the clouds,
Flash in front of your vision,
The white all your sight enshrouds,
Until endless snow is all you can envision.

But did you see the sunlight this morning,
The gentle glow from the waking sun,
That, rather than a warning,
Was a sign that the night had been won?

Did you see the beauty that the snow held,
Sparkling like stars in the night sky?
Nothing from our eyes the Lord withheld,
When He made the snow shimmer nigh.

So remember that happiness can follow sadness
And if you don’t look for it, you might not find it.
Now if you’ll excuse this rambling madness,
A lovely snowman I will now outfit.
Just trying to embrace the snow :)
Through the miracle of meteorology, up high - little by little
parts of me was made, without form within a clouds middle,
and eventually, formed in unique designs, lighter than feathers,
temperature and water work together to produce, a period of weather.
When shapes, never repeated - but in approximation, begin to fall, as snow,
feasibly forecasted, sometimes not so, down on to the surface below.
And so as blanket laid, across town and countryside, fields and city mews,
changing the familiar, smoothing contours, into new landscape views.
The material soft, white glistening snow so miraculously delivered,
at earliest opportunity is introduced to excited shouts, laughter, and shivers.
Fittingly gathered by adult and children's hand, with the goal - to build a man.
midst joyful sounds, travellers moans and snowball fights, the creators plan,
By rolled ball pile and heaped snow I was born, created by many in several places,
some small and really, lovingly made. Others large with various, curious, hats and faces.
All - to stand appreciatively of of the makers time, to create me and proudly put on show.
Winter feeds our lifetime span with cold wind, colder nights and, temperatures low,
we stand as white statuary, where children play, soon - will come the expected day
a thaw, will take our sustainability of cool, and so little by little I, and others go away,
with saddened countenance creators watch as we bend, wither and slouch,
stoically accepting this is, as is. Snowy days will return, snowmen too, I can vouch.
It’s a happy sadness for snowman builders and snowmen too, who together
wait in anticipation for fun and creativity, the joyful side of snowy weather.

From a Snowman
Michael C Crowder 23rd January 2019
From a Snowman perspective
laura Dec 2018
The snow has come,
And I can look forward to the days,
Where we go outside,
And build a snowman,
Where our mom finally lets us play tackle football,
Because it’s soft enough that we shouldn’t get hurt.
Shouldn’t anyways.
I can look forward to the days,
when my mom comes into my room on a school morning,
And says snow day,
You can go back to sleep!
I can look forward to sleepovers,
With best friends and going outside,
And making snow angels,
Then coming in and begging for hot cocoa,
With extra Reddi Whip,
That is why I look forward to snow.
newpoetica Dec 2018
i think you ought to know

about my first memories in the snow

the cold icicles were held by a tree

while inside grandma was brewing a kettle of tea

because outside the frost was out to bite

the powder-covered trees were a sight

mr. snowman was built

while my young knees were on the ground, knelt

something about that snow

it is an ode to a time that was far from so-so
written in december 2018, inspired by going to my grandparents' home during christmas
Steve Dec 2018
Snow flakes
Your heart breaks
Woolly hats and cool cats
People wrapped up tight
Stepping softly in the snow
Important places they have to go - tonight.

Snow drifts
The chill shifts
The wind casts icy blasts
Scarf’s pulled over your face
Blown home to the warm
Finding shelter from the storm's -grace.

Snowflakes
Your heart aches
Driving sleet
Grit your teeth
Gritters grit the street
Drivers sit and greet

Snowmen
Snow falls
Snow *****
Kids riding on a sled
Still light when it's time for bed
Still bright as the night gets fed

Firelight
A goodnight
Sleep tight
The Magic Of Christmas series no. 4 Enjoy :)
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The Snowman


The Snowman stands there day and night;
His arms are outstretched to welcome all to the house.
He was created by a dream of him coming to life.
One day he will fade away, but he is not yet gone into the clouds.


When all becomes bright once more and the sun continuously shines,
The Snowman, unfortunately, will no longer be alive;
But he makes us smile because of what could be.
He could fly with us through the air, if we truly believe.


His carrot nose and coal for eyes,
Brings a smile to our faces as we build him a smile.
His arms are sticks, because of the stick men we have seen.
We had fun building him; there was enough snow to have built three.


We gave him a hat to keep him warm;
A scarf was placed around his neck as well.
The pieces of coal we used, to give his coat some buttons.
He looks to be in good health.


But nothing lasts and one day he will melt away.
We have only just created him, so we do not think about that time…
Maybe he will be able to stay.
He waves at us through the window as we close the curtains at night.
We wave him goodbye, before going to bed; he is now out of sight.
But he is still on our minds and as we close our eyes;
He is happy being outside.
Staring off into the distance;
What does he think of as he stands there beneath the full moon light?


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The Snowman


The Snowman stands there day and night;
His arms are outstretched to welcome all to the house.
He was created by a dream of him coming to life.
One day he will fade away, but he is not yet gone into the clouds.


When all becomes bright once more and the sun continuously shines,
The Snowman, unfortunately, will no longer be alive;
But he makes us smile because of what could be.
He could fly with us through the air, if we truly believe.


His carrot nose and coal for eyes,
Brings a smile to our faces as we build him a smile.
His arms are sticks, because of the stick men we have seen.
We had fun building him; there was enough snow to have built three.


We gave him a hat to keep him warm;
A scarf was placed around his neck as well.
The pieces of coal we used, to give his coat some buttons.
He looks to be in good health.


But nothing lasts and one day he will melt away.
We have only just created him, so we do not think about that time…
Maybe he will be able to stay.
He waves at us through the window as we close the curtains at night.
We wave him goodbye, before going to bed; he is now out of sight.
But he is still on our minds and as we close our eyes;
He is happy being outside.
Staring off into the distance;
What does he think of as he stands there beneath the full moon light?


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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