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…
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…
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. The silent keep of a frozen heart, Where whispers of warmth dare not start; Yet in this cold, a hopeful part, Beats softly,…
In the silence of a wintry night, Where shadows and the moonlight merge, Under the cloak of the frosty white, Whispers of the past begin to surge. Trees stand bare, their whispers cold, Branches like hands in the air, unfold, A dance of the ancient, bold and retold, Under the sky, a silver and gold….
In the realm where snowflakes dance, Quiet woods hold deep trance. Moonlit nights, silvered leaves, Winter’s breath, softly weaves. Crystal cloak on every bough, Silent whispers, make their vow. Deer tread softly, foxes hide, In the woods, magic resides. Frozen streams, like mirrors, shine, Reflecting stars in design. Owls call in the night, serene, Guardians…
I made myself a snowball, As perfect as could be, I thought I’d keep it as a pet, And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas, And a pillow for its head, Then last night it ran away, But first, it wet the bed. Summary I Made Myself a Snowball poem is…
In my hands, a world so small, A glass dome, a snowy thrall. Inside, a tiny town in white, Sparkles under the moonlight. Shake it gently, let it snow, Watch the flakes, in a gentle flow. Houses, trees, a silent street, In this globe, our dreams meet. A little figure stands alone, Beneath the church’s…
In the quiet of the snowy street, Where the whistling winds and the snowflakes meet, There’s a snowman leaning, quite tall, Gently resting against the wall. With a hat askew and a scarf so bright, He stands in the moon’s soft light. A smile of pebbles, a nose of pine, In the silent night, he…
The Snowboarder’s Rush Gliding on slopes, a realm of white, A snowboarder dances in the light. The mountain whispers, a siren’s call, In this snowy kingdom, he feels so tall. Beneath his feet, the board does slide, Over the snow, a graceful glide. Each turn a dance, a swift pirouette, In winter’s arms, no need…
Frosty, in the meadow white, A hat and scarf, oh what a sight! With a jolly laugh and a smile so wide, He dances in the winter tide. Coal black eyes and a carrot nose, Through the snowy fields, he merrily goes. Children follow, in a cheerful band, Singing songs, hand in hand. But when…
