Tis the season of fall harvest
The conclusion of this past year
When all intentions do suggest
It’s time good things now do appear.
Avoid the chill and evening cold
And keep the thermos near the fire
Use scarf and gloves as we’ve been told
Thus staying warm as needs require.
The winter comes as winter goes
Mid slush and frost and icy roads
The ice may drip o’er face and nose
Aft snow surrounds us by the loads !
Gone from all sight are the autumn leaves
We hear the wind, it attacks the eaves
The ice does crackle across each lawn
A small sparrow chirps, move on, it’s dawn.
The clouds are laden in shadowed sky
Let’s pray this storm quickly passes by
It’s the time of year the branches break
While plants that sleep have too much at stake
Tis the moment all must carry on
Since we have spring to depend upon !
The winter chill returns once more
As reckless waves crash on the shore
The eagle nests in heaven’s skies
As snowflakes fall before one’s eyes.
The winter has too soon begun
Make way anon for frozen fun
Unpack your muffler, hood and ski
Tis now the hour for snowtime glee.
Enjoy as days all fade so fast
Note, even winter scurries passed
As we prepare for spring’s encore
To be life’s cycle evermore !
I see the frost upon the bough
I know the weather’s colder now
It seems the winter has appeared
Clad in its ever bright white gear!
The clock that’s on my kitchen wall
Marks time through winter, spring and fall
While summer days may melt away
To leave behind each yesterday
With warmth to hasten any claim
To love or joy or hope or fame !
The veil of white now settles down
It covers everything around
The falling flakes make not a sound
They simply float down to the ground.
There’s not a spot that isn’t white
The sky is filled with dazzling light.
The glistening snow shines ever bright
Resembling an ice cream delight !
Get out your mufflers, gloves and boots
I feel today may be a hoot
Our world is white and freezing too
There is much we have left to do.
I wish that we might build a fort
With slabs of snow the way we ought
The way we did so long ago
When winter brought us all that snow
But times have changed and so have we
Let us move on to victory !
The grizzled stinging icy rain
Assails my frosted window pane
The splaying of its frozen bits
In rhythmic sound each window hits.
The ledges are piled high with snow
One cannot force the sash to go
The world outside is grim and bleak
It mocks the look of Bakers Street.
Oh Sherlock please, don’t be upset
We have no mystery as yet
The weather seems to be a curse
Of course it could be so much worse
Let’s wait it out, comfy inside
Thank God that we have nought to hide !
I’ve trudged among the trees where winter breezes blow
Shuffled through the streets piled high with new fallen snow
Lingered in the shelter of tall buildings nearby
Silent as particles of snowflakes gently fly.
There is certain quiet that I appreciate
Appearing only after the hour has grown late
And so it is in winter we place dreams on hold
All’s impossible in this never ending cold !
Now here it is, tis come at last
That cold and windy winter’s blast
With ice and snow and crippling sleet
For who can manage on his feet ?
The chill invades most everywhere
How will the birds take to the air,
The squirrels nestled in their dens
Will shiver much before this ends.
While all God’s creatures in the yard
Must find the going rather hard
Dear Lord above, please hear our plea
And save us from calamity !
The winter winds of change creep round the bend
As late fall exits after summer’s end
The icy gray grip of frosty morning
Is the master of each daily dawning.
I hear the cold sounds rasp upon my ear
Increasing as the year end grows quite near,
Oh to join that moving mass exodus
And escape this winter’s freeze and excess !
Oh magic wand, where have you gone
We need your help to carry on
The weatherman decrees more snow
Where did your special powers go ?
How long is it we’ll have to wait
For spring to enter our front gate,
Oh springtime sprite you’re overdue
Do you need help to make it through ?
Dear snowfairy, it’s time to fly
We beg of you, please say goodbye !
I’d like to think that there might be
A creature known as snow fairy
With streaming silver hair aglow
That blows and flows mid winter snow
And sails the clouds above the wind
Where storms and flurries do begin !
While frost that edges all around
And permeates most of the ground
Can have no mercy till the spring
When warming winds do comfort bring !
I must admit that I’ve not seen
Some cold and heartless icy queen
Clad in her cloak of ermine hue
It is no sight I’m psyched to view !
Oh little ones do you hear this song
If you know the words, please sing along
Greetings to you on this brand new day
How I wish that we could meet and play !
Do you think the morning sun will show
Or shall we have one more day of snow ?
Perhaps you might add an extra prayer
Please save us from this chill winter air !
We’ll be so grateful to greet the sun
And free at last as we gaily run,
We can stretch our legs and laugh out loud
And savor the joy of springtime’s cloud
If we are lucky the sun will shine
To leave the cold and our cares behind !
A misty morn does greet my eyes
The snow capped rooftops seem surprised
White carpet covers everywhere
The streets appear all stark and bare
This bleak facade that I now see
Lies still in ice cold harmony.
A likely thought that comes to mind
As winter winds have grown unkind
It’s time to host a fireside chat
‘Bout pleasant themes or this and that
There cuddled up in some huge chair
With warm and happy thoughts to share !
The early hours are best of all
The air is crisp and full of fall
The wind is brisk it knows its way
The lower branches bend and sway.
Seems all the birds are southward bent
Where warmer breezes have been sent
We’ll have to wait until next year
For summertime to reappear !
Leaves have deserted all the trees
The smell of winter treads the breeze
The shadow of the sun soon fades
Beyond the hill there in the glades.
The early night now spreads its gloom
It creeps into each lonely room
And whispers softly in my ear
That wintertime will soon be here !
The chill of winter stealthy, stealing quick away,
Escaping silently in seeming speed dismay,
The frost dripping from the bough, weeping to the ground
Continues on with steady unrelenting sound,
Those winter tears fast filling every hustling stream
And rapid moving, hasten on with each sunbeam,
Poor naked tree who wearing not a patch of green
Prepares to face her mentor, spring, with garb obscene,
The night fog hangs like halos woven through the limbs
The sight of which, the heart to overflowing brims,
The crumbling walks and walls, the bitter freeze has fought,
Like brittle cardboard castles in a tempest caught,
And tumbling, rising, broken, crouch in disarray
While fallen branches, victim of another day,
Await the woodman’s axe and to woodpile retire
Until next year, once more to feed the warming fire.
Bold winter ushered in with such a lusty roar,
Now slithers past in fashion, circumstance deplore,
Such manner doth bear false witness to his power,
That legacy granting spring its proper dower,
Each year this pattern vital, steadfast, must repeat,
For life to winnow and the season’s term complete.
Sifting through the ashes of a
bitter burning ember
Of forgotten days that time is
dying to remember
Where winter thoughts demand their
silence softly to be heard
Like some feint storm that rages on
appearing now absurd,
To leave one faithful moment here
that truth can realize
There bearing in its icy grip
lost dreams of paradise,
An everlasting steadfast ghost
of hope that went astray
To carry on its battered wings
past thoughts of yesterday.
Oh, fickle season, you have promised winter’s been repelled,
But curling leaves and frigid air mark you blunt deceiver,
There’s a chill pervading tonight, that cannot be dispelled,
Untimely demise, infant growth, implicit believer,
Just this morn, I spied a robin red flirting on the sill,
Timid peeking from behind the spiny pussywillow,
One frail yellow-budded shrub impatient holding back until
The lonely mourning dove comes seeking her mossy pillow,
The scared and peeling, hulking elm nodding its approval
With pecking intruder tapping out frantic rhythmic beat,
A carpet of wasting leaves now heaped, await removal,
Depart soon, wicked fomenter of discontent complete.
The white mist softly falls and fades
Dancing in a symphony
Each flake, a prima ballerina,
The world is an eclipse wondrous white,
Mysterious patterns make their way,
Disguising ordinary scenes,
Creating panoramic view
Where’er the eye may fall.
The world appears to wear a furry coat
Of ermine hue, fragile as the morning dew
Resting on the petal of a rose.
A solitary cadaver of spring
Slumbers beneath the blanket heaven sent,
God is in His glory and all the world
Reflects His purest image.
The air is fresh clinging to each bough,
There’s ne’er a garment which man
Could e’er allow to garb a mortal
In a cloak of such great majesty
Nor tell of such infinity as this world
Which is such a wondrous sight to see
When it’s fresh in snow.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 