Upon the Lawn - 0088 - Current Version
Upon our powder lawn tonight
bright crystal carpet, cotton white,
soon morn may dawn, spawn golden ray
to spirit sprinkled snow away.
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Yet with a little luck we might
enjoy the sight and share delight,
until snow thaws in April, May,
with Jack Frost lost to glass display.
(17 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Upon the Lawn - 0088 - Initial Version
Upon the lawn there lay last night
a crystal carpet, cotton white,
soon morn shall dawn with golden ray
and spirit all the snow away.
Yet with a little luck we might
enjoy the sight and share delight,
and if snow thaws, as well it may,
we know we will recall this day.
(23 June 1975)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Stars
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
poem by Robert Frost
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Song Of The Evergreens
Listen to the briskly whistling winter evergreen
Whispering through the frozen morning light
And tell me whats to come
Saying my time is near
Never fear
I close each year
Im winter
Reminding me to trade my t-shirts for my woven wools
Trade my sandals for my skis
Whispered warnings in the wind
Saying soon come the dancing snowflakes
Theyre kissing every tree
Theyre kissing you and me
Please hurry
Falling
Dazzling dancing diamonds from the sky
Prisms
Rainbow sparkled flurries in our eyes
Whipping across the frozen crystal meadow
Pond of ice
Race the snow
Well build a warming fire there
And cuddle close and wine and dine
The setting sun
The morning light will find us high
Shooting down the glistening mountain side
Screaming through the whispering pines
The freedom of each day
Will cleanse our minds
I can hardly wait for winter
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song performed by by Chicago
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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World of White
When I woke up this morning
My world was layered in white
So cold it was and very still
Snow had fallen through the night
No birds chirped a good morning
The bugs were hidden away
Instead was this harsh cold
I felt as though it would stay
I could barely see my lawn chair
For white had settled so thick
I wished I had seen it fall
This snow as it began to stick
The trees and bushes were
A fresh and lovely sight
Snow decorated the branches
Making winter look just right
We must enjoy the changes
So lovely and cold and bright
It will not last for long
This wonderful world of white!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Ode On Snow
Snowstorms!
Piles of snow!
Soft, crystalline white snowflakes!
Feathered rain!
Powder snow!
Falling snow!
Up to the kneecaps snow!
Snow stuck on sidewalks and streets!
Snowballs!
Snowmen!
Snowdrift!
Sledding on soft snow!
Crunching snow!
Snow cones!
poem by M.L. Squier
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Dress of Snow
“Dress of snow”
In a snow covered coffin
Her remains were laid to rest
Her god created a snow blanket
For one of his best
She lived a life so pure
Always thinking of others
Now a carpet of snow lay
For the mother of mothers
Not walking on a carpet of red
Her carpet was just right for her
A carpet of pure driven snow
Just as pure as her
MICMAC
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Snow Fall in the Moonlight
Snow fall in the moonlight,
Like soft cotton falling from the sky,
Covering the ground and bushes in pure white,
Glowing beautifully in the night of December.
Snow fall in the moonlight,
Like a child I walked happily through the pure white snow,
Making soft crackling sound in the silent winter night,
When I reached the far end of the open field,
I turned to see the path I had taken,
A straight line through the pure white snow.
Snow fall in the moonlight,
Can there be a more beautiful sight than this?
As I look into the night sky,
And the soft snow flakes touches my face,
I breathe the fresh cold air of the winter night.
As I stood alone in silence, stillness in the air,
My feeling and longing comes to my lips,
And I thank Allah for this beautiful moment,
A chance to see snow fall in the moonlight!
(In memory of Belgian winter,1986)
poem by Spiritual Seeker
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Snow In The Air
Snow In The Air
Snow in the air
comes gently down
and it is everywhere
as it hits the the ground
it can be love because it is pure and white
Snow in the air
love fills children with delight
because they do not care
they take a slieghride downhill.
Snow in the air
looks beautiful to me
the snow is on the ground this winter night.
it looks bright against the darkness especially
nothing is wrong everything is white.
poem by Meg Harrison
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A Winter Tale
The winter snow lays
white upon the ground
and glistens in the sunlight
of a brand new day.
The snow is crisp under foot
to show us Jack Frost has been about.
The windows show his artistry
on the inside and the out.
A chill from a north wind
bites through everything,
and everything is waiting
for the coming warmth of spring.
16 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Snow...
I know not how I'll die.
I know not the time,
but what I do know
is that I will die.
It may not be tomorrow.
It may not be next year.
But what I do know
is that there will be snow.
I love snow.
It glitters and glissens.
I love snow.
It's like a blessin'.
Snow is pure.
Snow is white.
But most of all
it's a wonderful sight.
But the snow won't be pure.
The snow won't be white.
Because when I die
it will show a horrible sight.
poem by Michelle Dickson
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Wintertime
Snow falling on the ground,
Little white flakes to be found.
Lift your head to the sky,
And watch the snow zippin’ by.
Cold wind at your back,
Nothing winter seems to lack.
A blanket of snow covers the Trees,
Winter can’t end. No please!
Can’t Jack Frost do his Job?
For a little longer, don’t make me sob.
Can’t I stay in this Wonderland?
I don’t want to return to golden sand.
But under the layer of cold, white snow,
Lies little seedlings ready to show.
I must say a grateful farewell,
To winter fun, for it was swell.
And say hello to summer sweat,
Instead of getting cold, we get wet.
Hello Spring! Hello Summer!
Goodbye Fall! Goodbye Winter!
Name Meaning Perceptions of Falling Snow
The Inuit have contested sixteen words for snow
sixteen words to define different types of snow
all necessary to define joys dangers of gift snow
in their adaptive interactive struggle to survive
in a harsh unforgiving landscape of seasoned ice
need determines skills necessary to comprehend
qualities differences which states of snow foretells
auspicious powder fleet or driving icicles of snow
industrial humans dwelling in warm created cities
need only to know how to turn on window wipers
how to travel or not to travel if storm warnings pend
how to drive slower safer break or skid in drift snow
wrong glaciers melt rapid global warming wicked hurricanes
English need has many words for lost snow did you not know
avalanche blizzard hard pack powder melt sleet slush snow
flakes hoar frost ice run off ice shelf ice park permafrost lost
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Snow on snow
Snow on snow
Flakes gently falling
Like leaves from a tree
Asking permission
Before they land
On the snowflakes underneath
Each one different
Like leaves on a tree
A white carpet
Pure white till soiled
By children’s shoes
They love its touch
Ooo snowball fights
Snow doesn’t hurt
Snow is soft and forgiving
People hurt
They are selfish and cruel
So let it snow
Snow on snow on
poem by James Hart
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A Snowy Sunset
Snow Snow on the ground
Sun is sinking down down down
Trees trees covered in Wight
People gasp at the sight
Snow Snow on the ground
Animals scurry all around
Snow Snow in your hair
Stiffness and cold in the air
Snow Snow on the ground
People sledding down down down
Hot Coco and coffee inside
Why not go for another sled ride
Snow Snow on the ground
The sun has set past the ground
Lights light up the city bright
People every where say what a sight
poem by Miranda Will
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A Season To Be Jolly, A Season To Be Bright
Snow is falling
on the hills and the glens;
it looks like a white Christmas
will be with us again.
All the old songs
will be playing once more.
There will be carol singers
going from door to door.
Popcorn will be strung
around the tree,
along with mince tarts
and all the party fare.
We’ll look out the windows
at the winter wonderland,
as snowflakes will drift
down from the sky.
Jack Frost will decorate
the windows each night;
candles will burn
until the morning light.
A season to be jolly,
a season to be bright.
As Christmas will soon
be within everyone’s sight.
11 December 2007
poem by David Harris
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White Snow (Christmas in April)
Not so many years ago,
We waited long and hard,
And all December,
The road were glazed with ice,
But never the field,
Covered with soft snow,
And on Christmas day,
Freezing as it was,
The ground still brown and green,
And no white Christmas,
And so Christmas passed,
And the year went on,
Until one freezing april morning,
The April showers,
Turned to sleet,
Which turned to snow,
And Christmas a long white,
Christmas,
Happened in April.
poem by Nick Hilton
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Snow in April
If you must slight me, let it be the touch
That snow in April, falling soft and white
Gives to the blossoms delicate and light,
So I don’t suffer, it won’t harm me much.
If you must spite me, let it be as quick
As snow in April falling, not to last.
Lies just one moment then, like mist is past,
So it won’t sting me; I won’t feel the prick.
If you must fight me, let the tender blows
Like snow in April, make no lasting mark
As soft, spring sunshine, on the grassy park,
Brings green renewal. But yet April snows
Can still surprise me, stir me from my rest
For snow is April’s chill, unwelcome guest.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Nocturnal artistry for M lady Ann Beard
Nocturnal artistry
The frost adds glitter to the grass.
Which stands erect like silver spears.
Transient beauty which will pass.
The suns rays make them disappear.
Lacy designs on window glass.
More delicate than human art
We’d like to keep them but alas.
WE must accept they will depart.
When morning breaks the sun will rise
Undo the efforts of Jack Frost
which we expect it’s no surprise.
Though we bemoan the beauty lost.
Tonight Jack Frost will paint again
his patterns on each window pane.
Sunday,13 December 2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Snowstorm In June
This day will remain a special day
But it won't repeat again any soon
The day when the sun
Was taken from everyone
The day of the snowstorm in June
It was the 17th of June, they say
When a cold breeze swept through the air
A dropp here on my nose,
My flip-flops sand toes
Snowflakes sprinkled my hair!
The kids on the block went out to play
Then they first started to see
The snow had piled on the ground
Summer was nowhere to be found!
And they all said, 'This cannot be! '
So they smiled a bit, to their dismay
For the most bizarre snow was in September
And they laughed a little, too
Was this weather new!
It seemed June was now December!
I put a snow family on display
To show summer can be 'cool'
Drivers parked their cars and stared
The weatherman was scared
Some people didn't bother to exit their pool
The bugs didn't even fly away
But rather stayed to see
People playing in the snowy sun
A snow-filled summer can be such fun!
I guess this was just meant to be...
People stayed in their short-sleeves all day
And built snowmen in their yards
I skipped around town
In the magic abound
Believing in this day was sure hard!
We drank hot cocoa and lemonade
And set up lawn chairs in the snow
We watched the snow fall
All afternoon long
But eventually night started to come...
It was certainly a magical day
But it ended way too soon
It ended in laughter
A 'Happily Ever After'
The day when it snowed in June
poem by Brielle Intorcia
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Winter Wonderland
There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind's whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter's night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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