1. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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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.
Winter has very few redeeming qualities. Many animals find that the best thing to do is simply sleep through it. Studies show that human beings sleep more during the winter months as well. One of the few redeeming qualities of winter is snow. There are few things more magical than looking out the window from your house and discovering those first flurries gently falling to the ground. When the snow builds up outside our houses it envelops us in a warm cocoon. The time has come to put on your warm slippers, a cozy blanket, and curl up with some hot chocolate.
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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.
I was all of 16 years old (1958) at Oak Park High. We finished subjugating and conjugating at the end of our sophomore year. Finally I could put that dangling participle to rest and move on...
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Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
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Tiny little snowflakes,
In the air so high,
Are you little angels,
Floating in the sky?
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The winter wood is like a strong old man,
Grizzled, rugged, and gray,
With long white locks tattered by many storms.
He lifts gnarled arms defiant of the blasts,
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A world of snow, and winter yet,
The weather-man decrees.
He listens to the bragging wind,
I hearken roots of trees.
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The time was 1958, the school Oak Park River Forest High, in a western suburb west of Chicago. The class was English Literature, and the teacher was Mildred Linden. After Christmas break, we...
One night I saw a snowflake fall.
Past memories it did recall.
And as the snow fell to the ground,
Superb, poetry as its best.
We should count our blessings one by one,
Every night and day, lest they be gone.
Friends and family, hold onto them tight,
For they may disappear in a...
The night sky is a dull grey white.
An opaque dust sheet floats so light
Upon the roofs and lamps and cars.
It settles so softly like falling stars.
Oh for the winters of long ago, when the earth would often be covered in snow. How beautifully this poem describes snowflakes silently falling throughout the still of the night and the world...
Snow is falling to the ground,
Piling up in enormous mounds.
School is canceled for the day.
Children run outside to play.
We, in grade three, love your snow poem. We have included own illustrations and we are going to read your poem to our Learning Buddy class of grades primary and one! We like having snow days too!
I caught snowflakes
on my fingertips
but they melted
to my dismay.
Awesome. When more of us realize that, the better off we all will be. I really like this poem.
We awakened to the whitest light
Seeping through the blinds.
We leapt from bed and to the windows
To take a probing peek outside.
Your poem is so beautifully written and contains such vivid images! It takes me right back to my childhood. I can almost feel the ice crystals hitting my face!
Best wishes,
Virginia
Crystal white I see it drop slowly
With out effort it floats on its own
If you could halt its moments only
Lapsed in time its uniqueness shown
Snow white fluff
We've had enough
Gracefully flowing
While it's snowing
Angry piles left by plows
All of the horrays turn into growls!
There's a silence so loud that it's deafening,
And the sun seems unusually bright.
The world is awakening to a bitter cold morn
And a crystalline blanket of white.
I was lucky enough to accidentally stumble on your poetry, which I very much enjoy. Like you, I am retired and finding writing poetry very therapeutic, both in lockdown and because my husband...
I jump on to the toboggan,
landing behind my friend.
We ride down the hill,
the sled not lagging an inch