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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Homage to Kenneth Koch


If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran
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Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
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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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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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Watch out for power,
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.
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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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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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They said it was coming but there was no snow, no show
They said icicles would form and give the ground a nice shiny glow

Weather app told me there was an 80% chance of a snow shower
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You continue to emerge calmly from an incident One amongst many One day amongst many wasted months and years When rotting wilderness again removes your shoes Snow props you up on frozen red toes On this day the sky is a sombre grey but with no sign of snow Only your chilliness from life to death The past is soundless leaves no footprints in the snow Old clothing is always modest like the wooden bed of a corpse Sliding to the sea under another copulating couple A past incident can no longer generate other incidents A lifetime's mistakes are towering trees on a mountain White more distant than snow Bones emerge from you Days emerge from bones you are all Thrown behind yourselves Look upon many deserted moons
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The snow fall is a poem for all snow lovers and so is the second one now being posted

That Snow fall
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