Winter Children Poems

Mark Allen was ten years old, and his favorite things were trains;
Like teal moments after the storm, when colorful beauty remains.

Mark had a shiny, toy...

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I look out my window
And can't see the ground.
As I step out to look,
I see snow all around.

There was so much snow,
For these parts, it's...

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My Lord... 

My Lord, this day...
 
You are sweet-smelling, 
like the first roses in spring, 
and still... 
the very cold of winter air
that bites and...

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You can never be ready, she said
I wasn't what you expected.
Listen,
No one told me "postpartum depression"
Until I saw you in the kitchen
With my baby sister...

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Edna Morris lived in the town of Shadow Fells, in rich green, hilly country,
With doting parents and sister Violet, plucking fruit from their plum tree.

Pretty...

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Parody of Up On The Housetop

Out in the garden flowers grow
but, its winter and there's snow.
Inside the oven cookies bake
all for the little ones to...

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Snow Angels, Snowpeople, and Evergreen Trees

When winter comes, children know how to have fun.
Laughing and catching snowflakes with their tongues
Or lying flat on their backs...

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Summer rain held back in dark clouds and chaotic skies,
Piercing the atmosphere with fire unveiling inevitability. Truth soaring beneath the vast array expanding over the...

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When two bodies merged
                 with the miracle of the...

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Looking At These Lovely Mountains God Made

This sight is free               ...

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“The birds fly away from their nurturing nest, 
find their own sky, never to return” 
– Quote by Poet


For them I built the nest, ...

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Anyone who is anybody or has traveled at all in the Midwest
Knows about Crown Center, its beauty is the ultimate test
They deck it out with...

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Every lively landscape and tree were stripped
by fierce winter of their verdant, elegant dress:
and while they are naked and grieving amid
rainfall and fog: they still...

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     My sister has a long blue dress,
     Mother made mine too,
     And...

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Night Labor
by Michael R. Burch

for Rachel Corrie

Tonight we keep the flame alive;
we keep the candle lit.
We burn bright incense in your name
and swear we’ll not...

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