Poems on Winter

Winter Hues

Winter comes in striking hues

The earthen beige and many blues

The chill makes body numb

Fallen leaves turn into crumb

Mornings fog stay for long

Birds sing beautiful song

Lips start to dry and chip

Rain droplets silently drip

The Feathery Snow

Look at the feathery snow

Falling from the grey sky

On houses and trees

How beautifully they lie

On the house-tops

On the bare branches

See how fast they spread

Into trillions of little shreds

Out of my windows

The glass was green

Now under the feathers

Not a single blade is seen

See the bare dry bushes

All turned tender and white

And the leaves are laden

With a gorgeous sight

Winter's Glory

The glory of a winter morning

When the snow flakes covers the grounds

Everything else remains silent

A glory without a sound

The nature too seems quiet

You may see one or two sparrows pass-by

To find a shelter

Or the food it sees near-by

Warmth of Snow

Under the heavy grey clouds

Moon light becomes all silver and white

Hoofing in my garden

The snow fills the night

Air is serene, but having a spark

Watching from a distance

I paused in dark

Standing there I loved to have

The wintry sight

Where snow kisses my forehead

And dances on my palm

With wonder and amazement I look above

And the warmth of snow embraces me

Some of my Favorite winter poems:

Dust of Snow by Robert Frost (1923)

The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I had rued.

From Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost (1923)

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.