Winter’s reign wanes,Last snow falls,Soft veil descends,Earth frail, pale.Each flake, cold kiss,Season’s story unfolds.Bare branches catch,Last snow’s embrace.Sun peeks through,Spring’s promise near.Melting memories,New life found.Air hums softly,Winter’s goodbye,Spring’s hello.Last snow ends,World’s laughter begins. Summary “Last Snow” is a lyrical depiction of the final snowfall at the end of winter, symbolizing transition and renewal. The poem…
January brings the snow, a white cascade,Covering the land in a silent serenade.Bare trees stand like sentinels in the night,Under a blanket of stars, shimmering bright.The world transforms under winter’s spell,Each flake a story, a secret to tell.Houses huddle, wrapped in frost’s embrace,Smoke rising softly, leaving no trace.Children’s laughter rings, crisp and clear,Snowball fights and…
Winter’s frozen grasp,Through woods and fields,Hunters clasp.Breath like mist,Frosty air,Tracking trails,With utmost care.Cloaked in furs,Against biting cold,Tales of old,Brave and bold.Crunch of snow,Under boots,Echoes silence,Nature salutes.Forest whispers,Ancient, wise,Under watchful,Gray skies.Steps dance,Shadows, light,Hunters snow,Primal sight.Pine shadows creep,World sleeps,Bond of survival,Raw, deep.Snow’s embrace,Secrets keep.Hunt rhythm,Timeless, true,Dance of life,Morning dew.Winter’s dare,Timeless tale,Hunters snow. Summary “Hunters in the Snow”…
Where ashes meet snow,Silent landscape,Monochrome’s glow.Charcoal whispers,Fire long gone,Blend with flakes,Dawn’s song.Memories flicker,Ghostly flames,Snowflakes dance,Calling names.Canvas painted,Shades of despair,Sorrow’s beauty,Rare.Ashes and snow,Contrast stark,Endings speak,New starts spark.Frozen waltz,Graceful twine,Tale of love,Divine.Vast grey sky,Their ballet,Union of grief,Hope’s display.Dance of ashes,Snow we cope.Each flake, ember,Stories tell,Battles fought,Rise and fell.In embrace,Lesson unfolds,Resilience, warmth,In the cold. Summary Ashes and Snow…
Men in muddy boots tread,Songs of sorrow, tears they shed.Guns roar loud in skies of dread,Warriors dream of homely bed.Fields once green now stained red,Letters to loved ones, words unsaid.Nightmares haunt where soldiers bled,Peace a hope widespread.Shadows cast on memories’ thread,Names of heroes, sorrow spread.History’s echo, pain still fed,Grateful hearts, honor led.Silent fields where poppies…
In the heart of winter’s embrace, so cold, A lone tree stands, its story untold. Branches bare, like hands reaching for the sky, Beneath its shade, a world asleep does lie. A dust of snow, from the heavens gently falls, Covering the earth like soft, whispering shawls. Each flake, a secret from the clouds above,…
When stars are dim and night is deep,A snowstorm brews on the horizon’s steep.Winds howl like ancient songs,Sweeping lands, fierce and strong.A world enrobed in white’s embrace,Lost landmarks in the storm’s chase.Trees bow low, as if in prayer,Under snow, their burden to bear.Through the blizzard’s muffled veil,Time and space seem tightly scaled.The storm’s dance, a…
Where winter reigns supreme,A bird flutters, like a dream.Feathers white as snow,The snow bird dances, winds blow.Through frosty air with grace,A streak of white’s embrace.Over peaks and valleys deep,It sings melodies to keep.Its song in silent woods,A hymn of winter’s moods.Wings spread wide in chilling air,The snow bird dances, rare flair.In winter, stark and bold,It…
Under starry skies, in the night,A mountain high, where a cross lies.Carved by nature, in alpine glow,Stands the shape, the cross of snow.Moonlight falls on its icy face,Shadows deep, in this solemn place.A symbol of loss and hope entwined,Within the frozen monument, truths combined.Years have passed, yet the cross remains,Unmoved by sun or summer rains.Watching…
When spring breathes with gentle breath,And winter holds, defying death,A dance of seasons intertwined,Snow in spring, nature’s design.Blossoms peek with snowflake face,A world of frost and grace.Green shoots push through white floor,Life defies and soars.Sun’s warm kiss meets chilly air,A ballet of contrasts, rare.Spring’s hues, muted by winter’s hand,A paradox, stunning and grand.In this moment,…
