Winter harbor
ice busy with light
freights the yachts
my wild joy at this
other life
Poems on the topic: winter
Poems on the topic “winter” on Poets.by.
In bad faith
we are obliged to answer a troll
told how winter did not prove
so bad as reported
or that he had no opportunity
of speaking his mind
till 12 o’clock at night
making an end of right and wrong
out of love for the gallows
Killjoy
I am a missing man
a captain without a voyage
I oppose wonder so old a hush
and offer to fell all the winter’s timber
declaring my need for ice
and wind and pain
February idyll
a couple of ducks content to eat
in the cold wind
this ache is my Valentine
Imbolc
Ice is an answer
to desire we will
not grant. I don
new fur, den up
against tomorrow’s din.
The floating world
We sat with
our hats and
our paying hips,
our glad work
that will please
poor seamen,
glad we sat in
bed in strange
weather—all
this winter,
dust and flies
and rose-
bushes full
of leaves.
In the bleak midwinter
Morning is a present
I did not receive.
I chose a pair
of candlesticks, made
a well in the night,
and so was rid
of another Christmas.
The snows of yesteryear
This is no
winter in which
I am snow
under the barber’s hand
but a sack of hard time,
late and gone.
I read a clock with pleasure
after that.
Conceivable
I went to my father’s wedding
as a long white winter, a doubt,
a fruitless precaution.
Life did not stop.
A mind of winter is a terrible thing to waste
A morning with fine,
clear frost.
Winter makes us fear,
drink, bet,
sin better and spend
time lost.
Retiring admiral
Her little black dog
is our navy.
I end this year
less one lie,
the seas striking
their flags to us—
cast up all winter
on public talk.
Winter reunion
home all at home
an afternoon
of ice
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