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Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phœbus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,
Far south the lift,
My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
The truth is dark under your eyelids.
What are you going to do about it?
The birds are silent; there's no one to ask.
All day long you'll squint at the gray sky.
The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
the leaves flutter drily
I love to see the old heath's withered brake
Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,
While the old heron from the lonely lake
Starts slow and flaps its melancholy wing,
For the most part, in western region of the planet, the smoke and wild fires are gone for 2020, and back east, after much destruction, the hurricaneseason has run its course. We pray that this winter will be less severe.
'Cold' is what I used to experience walking on hardened soil. 'Cold' is what I observed of icicles dripping from roof tops. 'Cold' is what I used to feel while growing up in the deep south.'Cold' was early childhood, being too poor to afford indoor bathrooms,and visits to the outhouse on a cold January night was the only option.
Oh Winter, Sir Winter, my eyes wide with awe
at your cherub like showcase of which you were born.
You bring wisp, and whistle over treetops and trail
as you blow the first snow flakes thru' branches in flail
Winter's Frozen edge has just been melted by summer's heat leaving bits of snow and ice clinging to the roads that filled the street and to the houses roofs that lined the city streets.
When summer came and went, winter came again and froze everything once more and the city which during the summer was dry and humid was now once more, during the winter wet, cold and frozen.
the first winter fog
eagle can't find ways to its chicks
the rights of nature
I am casting out... the dust of winter...
winter cold... came creeping...
into shadows... falling shadows... an autumn house...
creeping into... cold blue winter...
I am casting out the dust of winter
winter cold came creeping into an autumn house
creeping into cold blue winter biting empty spaces
A sun as blue as winter
Snow, rain, cold weather, hard ground... yes, it’s winter, the favorite season for many people, and inspiration to many poets and writers. The poetry library contains a lot of famous poems about the beauty of winter written by very famous and popular poets, such as;"Birches" by Robert Frost,"February Twilight" by Sara Teasdale, and "Winter Love" by Linda Gregg.