Beneath the cloak of winter’s night,The world lies hushed, the moon so bright.A canvas spread, untouched, pristine,A landscape wrapped in silvery sheen.The river, still, beneath ice’s hold,Reflects the stars, bold, yet cold.Around, the pines, in snowdrifts deep,Guard secrets that the shadows keep.A fox treads softly, leaving behindA trail of steps, so neatly lined.Its amber eyes,…
As twilight fades to night’s embrace,Snowflakes swirl in an endless chase,Covering the world in a silent vow,To transform the night, here and now.In the garden, a lone rose stands,Braving the cold, in winter’s hands,Each petal kissed by frost’s tender bite,A bloom in defiance, against the night.The city sleeps under a quilt of white,Streets hushed, buildings…
Whispers of winter, a silent song,Sweeps over hills, where hearts belong,In the dance of flakes, so fine, so light,A tapestry woven, in the depth of night.The moon, a sentinel, in the sky so clear,Illuminates paths that deer hold dear,Through forests deep, where shadows play,Snow blankets the earth, in a mystical display.Beneath the weight of a…
In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light,A blanket white, beneath the amber sky,Snow whispers softly, through the night,Its crystals glistening, in the moon’s sigh.Each flake, a verse in nature’s play,Dancing in the air, so free, so light,They gather, in symphony, array,A world transformed, in purest white.The trees, now robed in wintry grace,Stand guard, in…
Midwinter bleak, frosty wind moaned,Earth stood hard, water like stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Midwinter long ago.The silent keep of a frozen heart,Whispers of warmth dare not start;Yet in this cold, a hopeful part,Beats softly, winter’s art.Stars with silver gaze held tight,Illuminate the longest night;With every breath of northern light,Promises of dawn, bright and right.Beneath…
The silence of a wintry night,Shadows and moonlight merge,Cloaked in frosty white,Whispers of the past surge.Trees stand bare, whispers cold,Branches like hands unfold,A dance ancient and bold,Under a sky, silver and gold.Footprints mark snow’s sheet,A path the brave greet,Through the hush, earth and sky meet,In stillness, hearts skip a beat.The night’s chill breathes peace,A moment…
Where snowflakes dance in silent trance,Quiet woods hold deep romance.Moonlit nights, silver leaves,Winter’s breath, softly weaves.Crystal cloak on every bough,Silent whispers, make their vow.Deer tread softly, foxes hide,Woods where magic resides.Frozen streams, mirrors shine,Reflecting stars in design.Owls call, night serene,Guardians of the white scene.Each tree a story, old and vast,Shadows by moonlight cast.Snowy woods, a…
Whispers of snow in a world so hushed and white,Where woods stand silent in the fading light.My sleigh halts here, by these woods so deep and fair,A moment’s peace, in the cool, crisp winter air.Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, a pause in time,A serene embrace of nature, so sublime.No words spoken, yet much…
Beyond the hills, where trees whisper secrets old,A wall of stones, weathered, mossy, and cold.Each spring, we meet, neighbors, side by side,To mend the breaches where the stones have died.Mending Wall, an ode to boundaries unseen,Where nature’s hand and human efforts lean.Not just of stone, but of belief and thought,A testament to the divides we’ve…
In a deep wood, paths diverge,Two roads beckon, whispers merge.One, worn by many feet, golden grain,The other, mysterious, shadows reign.Two roads, choices define fate,A life’s crossroads, where choices debate.Each step, a story unfolds anew,Reflecting choice in morning dew. Meaning The poem explores the significance of choices and paths in life, using the imagery of two…
