Snow Poems

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
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And a poet said, 'Speak to us of Beauty.'

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
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There's a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
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Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
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«Let this fluffy snow fall upon our
Dreams and make them shine! »

Set free,
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The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens...
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been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
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The time I like best is 6am
when the snow is 6 inches deep
which I'm yet to discover
'cause I'm under the covers
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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.
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The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
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Five months ago the stream did flow,
The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
And we were lingering to and fro,
Where none will track thee in this snow,
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Watch out for power,
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.
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In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok
you would never see him doing such a thing,
tossing the dry snow over a mountain
of his bare, round shoulder,
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I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
   sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
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Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
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Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal--the seal!
In from the edge of the floe.
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One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
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Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
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How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
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I am seeing the snow fall from down here: in the mud.
I am watching gentle, soft snowflakes fall upon the ground—
Isn't it bizarre that something so delicate and beautiful
Would be found somewhere so barren?
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My Heart Was Saying One Thing, My Mind Another...

Some things you just know — like the feeling I get when looking at my children or the way I felt the first time I looked into the Grand Canyon. Some experiences are too strong for reason or words. There are some things, that even though they defy all conventional wisdom in your heart and your mind — you just know.
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The New Hip

It was 1972 and my dad was sick. Well maybe not sick in the usual sense of the word, but his hip was. He was in Boston, it was mid-winter, and he was an orthopedic patient in the Robert Bent Brigham Hospital.
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Snow White; and he carved a hole right in my chest,
Snow White; and he shot a hole,
Shot right through this bulletproof vest
Snow White; and he locked my heart Inside
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white snow beautified has settled on top of the mountains
white snow morning light crowns the top of the mountains
pure cream white white snow gleams in morning light
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Haiku

Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow!
The sun rises to dissipate
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Snow leopards see the snow all day!
It's here, there, everywhere!
It hardly ever goes away!
It's white beyond compare!
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I drift in snowy dreams
towards snow itself
It remembers the formula
* * * snow-flake... give or take +_ the calculation of gold in the human body - hexagon geometry equalateral to atoms of peace * * *
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Snow, snow, where it all goes, nobody knows, children come and play and have snowball fights on this day, no sun to ruin the fun, only snow today, when the kids ask the parents to go out to play, the parents say you may, snow, snow, come today and please don't go away, we need it for our plans, snow in our hands, then when were done, what is needed is candy and hot cocoa, sure will be dandy, sun don't come so soon, snow stay until noon, tomorrow we have school, but today is a snow day hooray, for today the kids play and the parents watch and smile as if its a play, rather to be inside, outside is the choice for all and no other should satisfy us more, hot chocolate with smores, snow, snow, where it all goes, nobody knows, children come and play and have snowball fights on this day.
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