Poet: Lillian E. Curtis
Soft and white they fall one by one,
Melting at first in the rays of the sun,
Thus the foundation for drifts is begun,
By small, white snow-flakes.
Mildly they float through the cold, frosty air,
Pure, unpolluted, lovely and fair,
Falling, the dirt of the street to share,
The pure, white snow-flakes.
Down to kiss the faces they meet,
Down to sit at the harsh world's feet,
To cover the earth with their snowy sheet,
The pure, innocent snow-flakes.
But lo! when they reach the broad highway,
No longer pure and white they stay;
But mingle with filth and mud and clay,
A pile of soiled snow-flakes.
And surely it needs watchfulness and care,
To keep our lives as pure and fair,
As the snow-flakes flying through the air,
The pure, white snow-flakes.
Winter Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In crystal whispers born, majestic flakes descend,
Each unique design a tale of grace untold.
As heaven's touch upon the earth transcends,
Their frozen beauty mirrors ancient stories of old.
Each flake a testament to divine artistry,
A symphony playing on winter's pristine stage.
Landing softly, they blanket earth in purity,
Signs of God's love, falling page by sacred page.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
As autumn's twilight fades to wintry haze,
First snowflakes gently swirl, in whispered praise.
A world transformed by a pristine embrace,
A prelude to the joy of Christmas days.
Within this frozen realm, a hush does fall,
A solemn awe that wraps around us all.
For when we see those flakes begin to dance,
We know that Christmas waits with wide expanse.
Christmas Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Oh, how winter's arrival fills my heart with glee,
As it brings forth the beauty of snow for all to see.
A white blanket draped over the landscape so rare,
Transforming the world beyond compare.
Each snowflake falls delicately, one by one,
Intricate and unique, like a masterpiece that's done.
With every flake dancing in the air with delight,
Winter embraces us all in its magical white.
Poet: Mary Mapes Dodge
Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky,
It turns and turns to say "Good-by!
Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!"
Then lightly travels on its way.
And when a snowflake finds a tree,
"Good-day! " it says "Good-day to thee!
Thou art so bare and lonely, dear,
I'll rest and call my comrades here."
But when a snowflake, brave and meek,
Lights on a rosy maiden's cheek,
It starts "How warm and soft the day!
'Tis summer! " and it melts away.
Poet: Harriet Prescott Spofford
Only a tender little thing,
So velvet soft and white it is;
But March himself is not so strong,
With all the great gales that are his.
In vain his whistling storms he calls,
In vain the cohorts of his power
Ride down the sky on mighty blasts —
He cannot crush the little flower.
Its white spear parts the sod, the snows
Than that white spear less snowy are,
The rains roll off its crest like spray,
It lifts again its spotless star.
Blow, blow, dark March! To meet you here,
Thrust upward from the central gloom,
The stellar force of the old earth
Pulses to life in this slight bloom.
March Poems
Poet: Major Sigourney
Beautiful snow! Beautiful snow!
Falling so lightly,
Daily and nightly,
Alike round the dwellings of lofty and low.
Horses are prancing,
Cheerily dancing,
Stirred by the spirit that comes from the snow.
Beautiful snow! Beautiful snow!
Up at the dawning,
In the cold morning,
Children exult, though the winds fiercely blow;
Hailing the snowflakes
Falling as day breaks
Joyful they welcome the beautiful snow.
Beautiful snow! Beautiful snow!
Childhood's quick glances
See the bright fancies
Decking the window-panes softly and slow;
Forest and city,
Figure so pretty,
Left by the magical fingers of snow.
Beautiful snow! Beautiful snow!
Atmosphere chilling.
Carriage-wheels stilling,
Warming the cold earth, and kindling the glow
Of Christian pity
For the great city
Of wretched creatures who starve 'mid the snow.
Beautiful snow! Beautiful snow!
Fierce winds blowing,
Thickly 'tis snowing;
Night gathers round us how warm then the glow
Of the fire so bright,
On the cold winter night,
As we draw in the curtains to shut out the snow.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In the hush of winter's embrace, a tale unfolds,
Of snowmen standing proud in frosty, silent wolds.
With mittened hands and coal-black eyes aglow,
They emerge, a whimsical spectacle in the snow.
Beneath the silver sky, they take their stand,
Crafted by playful hearts and creative hands.
A frozen sentinel in a world of white,
A symbol of joy, pure and crystalline delight.
Each snowflake a verse in nature's own rhyme,
They gather, dance, and freeze in wintertime.
So, join the mirth, the laughter, and the fun,
In poems about snowmen, their tales begun.
From button noses to scarves that swirl,
In this frosty realm, their stories unfurl.
So, let the verses shimmer, like snow's soft descent,
In this enchanting world, a wintry testament.
Poems About Snowmen
Poet: Unknown
Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,
Filling the sky and the earth below!
Over the housetops, over the street,
Over the heads of the people you meet;
Dancing,
Flirting,
Skimming along.
Beautiful snow! it can do no wrong.
Flying to kiss a fair lady's cheek,
Clinging to lips in a frolicsome freak,
Beautiful snow from the heaven above,
Pure as an angel, gentle as love!
Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow!
How the flakes gather and laugh as they go
Whirling about in their maddening fun!
It plays in its glee with every one,
Chasing,
Laughing,
Hurrying by;
It lights on the face and it sparkles the eye,
And even the dogs, with a bark and a bound,
Snap at the crystals that eddy around.
The town is alive and its heart in a glow,
To welcome the coming of beautiful snow!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Snowflakes, the children love to see
When they fall they dance with glee
They try to catch them in their hands
They are delighted when each one lands.
But soon the snowflake disappears
Bringing some to tears.
But many more are falling
To answer the children's calling
Catching snowflakes goes on for hours
To a child, it is like picking flowers.
Just like the child, each snowflake
Is unique, that is no mistake.
So when you see the snowflakes fall
May happy memories may you will recall
Remember, like the snowflake, that each one of us
Is unique and that truly is a plus!
Winter Poems For Kids
Poet: Cobb
Out of the clouds I came,
Down from a place so high
That I had no doubt, as I whirled about,
I was far above the sky.
I danced with the gay north wind
Who laughed as he flew by,
And threw me a kiss with his hand, like this,
And chuckled merrily.
I saw dear mother earth
By the light of the morning star;
And, sparkling bright, in the silent night,
The place where the fairies are.
Then quickly down and down.
With a million little friends,
I fell in a deep and snow white heap,
At the place where the rainbow ends.
