Abandoned Plum-Orchard
Lichen, mistletoe, aloft
In the dying croft,
Leaf the winter trees.
Poems on the topic: winter
Poems on the topic “winter” on Poets.by.
The Soldier and the Samovar
They shot him as he left the house
And stripped him in the snow
But still he held the samovar
And would not let it go.
Who knows from what fine home he came
With afternoons at tea?
If I had been that lonely lad,
They would have shot at me.
For I’d have run as desperately
Behind some log to settle,
And sit me down beside my theft,
The big, old Russian kettle.
But dead he lies; the snow piles high
And winter fills the land,
And only spring will move the thing
And take it from his hand.
A Tale for Children About Snow
When Year grows old
its hair grows gray and white.
Then Wind picks up its giant scissors
and begins to shear it off.
So, as I told you many times before,
the white wool which during the winter
covers everything is not snow -
it's the shorn white hair of the old year.
Winter Nocturne
This is still unbroken country: granite
that buckled a million eons ago,
diorite boulders, manzanita—and coyote,
as lean and sharp as death itself.
I think of the ridge in darkness where
ponderosa pines creak like beams
of sunken ships. If you think about
a slab of slate beneath the snow,
you are glad to be in bed,
three blankets toward sleep.
It can be that simple.
A winter night in the hills allows
the luxury of plain choices,
whether to freeze or not.
Out there the bear’s brain sleeps.
A coyote cries like a victim.
Near the Bridge
near the bridge
the few old thistles
collect the snow
Dusk &
dusk &
each with its pile of new hay
winter horses
Not Noticing
not noticing
the few falling flakes
song sparrows
Bare Winter Prairie &
bare winter prairie &
a little smoke rises
from an empty field
They Are Looking Too
they are looking too
at the steady new snowfall
bush chickadees
Late Day Sun &
late day sun &
small pieces of ice floating
on the river
Bare Winter Sapling
bare winter sapling
the floor of the tiny birdhouse
falling out
Early Winter Thaw
Early Winter thaw,
tends to reveal barbed wire.
The gravity of snow.
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