by L. Olson
Winter is for skiing
And riding in a sleigh;
Winter is for snow men;
Winter is for play.
Winter is for ice skating;
Winter is for me.
Winter will be fun, I know!
You just wait and see.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In a snowy world so bright,
Fairies dance in the soft moonlight.
Snow elves giggle, polar bears play,
A magical scene on a winter day.
With glittering wings and giggles so sweet,
Snowmen rise on the snowy street.
Polar bears tumble, elves scamper near,
Winter's magic is crystal clear.
In a land of wonder, joy takes flight,
Whimsical creatures make everything light.
In a snowy haven where laughter's the key,
Winter's magic, so fun and free.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In the snow so crisp and bright,
Magic happens, oh, what a sight!
Rolling snow into a big, round ball,
Our snowman begins to stand tall.
Carrot nose and button eyes,
A friendly smile, our snowman's prize.
With a scarf to keep him warm,
Winter's magic takes its form.
Frosty friend, so cool and grand,
Created by our happy hand.
In the winter's chilly air,
Snowman magic everywhere.
Poems About Snowmen
The first snowfall is enjoyed by kids and adults. It is a beautiful scene!
by James Russell Lowell
The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl.
And the poorest twig on the elm tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Snowflakes are amazing, no two are the same!
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow.
Poems About Snowflakes
by Frank Dempster Sherman
Spring is the morning of the year,
And summer is the noontide bright;
The autumn is the evening clear
That comes before the winter's night.
And in the evening, everywhere
Along the roadside, up and down,
I see the golden torches flare
Like lighted street-lamps in the town.
I think the butterfly and bee.
From distant meadows coming back.
Are quite contented when they see
These lamps along the homeward track.
But those who stay too late get lost;
For when the darkness falls about,
Down every lighted street the Frost
Will go and put the torches out!
What child does not love tobogganing? So much fun! And when you get the adults on the toboggan you will find childhood memories and fun comes back to them!
Poet: John Imrie
'Tis "Hurrah! hurrah!" and away they go,
Like an avalanche o'er the crispy snow!
With a rush and a bound they clear the ground,
While the snow, like spray, dashes all around!
They think not of death.
Yet they hold their breath, -
Now in a hollow! - now cresting a hill! -
There, guiding the craft to prevent "a spill! "
See! the fresh warm blood to their faces rush.
As they peep from their robes with roses' blush!
In the clear moonlight,
What a happy sight,-
As the maiden clings with a tender fear
To the kind loving arm that holds her near!
Through the clear cold air of the frosty night
The twinkling stars seem to dance with delight!
With speed of the wind -
Leaving all behind -
They rush to the plain with a shout of glee.
As merry and happy as hearts could be!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Down the hill with joy we go,
On sleds through the fluffy snow.
Wind in hair, laughter in the air,
Sledding with friends, beyond compare.
Zooming fast, a chilly breeze,
Through winter's wonder with so much ease.
Giggles rise, as we glide,
Down the slope, side by side.
Friends around, on this snowy ride,
Down the hill, we'll not hide.
Sledding fun, a thrill so sweet,
Winter laughter, can't be beat!
Poet: Hannah Flagg Gould
Jack Frost looked forth on a still, clear night.
And whispered, "Now, I shall be out of sight;
So, through the valley, and over the height,
In silence I'll take my way.
I will not go on like that blustering train.
The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain.
That makes such a bustle and noise in vain;
But I'll be as busy as they!"
So, he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest,
He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed
With diamonds and pearls; and over the breast
Of the quivering lake, he spread
A coat of mail, that it need not fear
The glittering point of many a spear.
Which he hung on its margin, far and hear
Where a rock could rear its head.
He went to the window of those who slept.
And over each pane like a fairy crept;
Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped.
By the morning light were seen
Most beautiful things! - there were flowers and trees,
There were bevies of birds, and swarms of bees;
There were cities and temples, and towers; and these
All pictured in silvery sheen!
But he did one thing that was hardly fair;
He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there
That all had forgotten for him to prepare,
''Now, just to set them a-thinking,
I'll bite this basket of fruit,'' said he,
''This costly pitcher I'll burst in three!
And the glass of water they've left for me.
Shall 'tchick' to tell them I'm drinking."
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Snowflakes fall from high above,
Each one special, filled with love.
Twirling down, so light and free,
A winter wonderland, just for me.
Tiny dancers in the air,
Snowflakes unique, beyond compare.
They paint a scene, so white and grand,
A magical world across the land.
Softly landing, oh so neat,
Covering all in a snowy sheet.
In the winter's gentle hand,
Snowflakes dance, a wonderland.
Poet: Robert Louis Stevenson
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap:
The cold wind bums my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and hoase, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.
