Short Snowdrifts Poems

winter waltzes in
whipping snowdrifts with her staff~
the snowbirds fly south...

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snowdrifts hug windows  
reflecting warm colored lights...
fantasy land view...

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his frame
huddled against
wind gusts
knives
in his ribs
   a speck
   'midst
   snowdrifts...

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searching through snowdrifts

                           lone sparrow flashes over

                                                     thoughts of survival...

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snow piling higher
driven by a wildling storm~
winter's icy breath 



January 16, 2022
Winter Haiku Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Checked with howmanysyllables...

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Snowdrifts hibernate

Nomads of the great white North

Neighbors until Spring.

 


(January 16, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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arctic muskoxen 
         carve out a niche in snowdrifts ~
                  natures bulldozers


Winter Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin 
Howmanysyllables 5/7/5
12/08/22...

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Drifting like snowflakes, petals sift through air. White bubbles float down, 
skip over stark, black tarmac surface, blown by breezes into piles, form 
snowdrifts against sidewalks; pear trees green up, shed white coats of spring....

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Courage glows
with the golden hue
of dare devil speed,
when stirred from embers of
the souls fears,
then shoveled to freedom,
like snowdrifts pushed aside,
allowing that migratory crusader
to reign free as 
the northern wind....

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Snowdrifts,
mounding crystals
sloping against buildings,
nature protects bodies inside
igloo.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Fifth Place Winner ~ "A 1 to 8 Line” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
June 30, 2011...

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A white out
A snow bomb
Homes snow blanketed
Whited sepulchres
Cars abandoned
Stuck in snowdrifts
An arm sticking stiffly out
Above its embedded body
Deep in  its shroud of snow
The wind howling and keening
The banshee's delight in its kill
With the thaw 
will come the count...

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Did I plant bamboo for the green?
Did I plant bamboo for the white?

When snow suggests that it
lean,
it's tippy-tops aren't at heavenward height
but, rather curled and frozen
somewhere between
the snow-clouds and snowdrifts.
These icicly moments of serene
are not only moments but rites;
snow-gifts.

So, green or white
white or green
it's bendy Kung Fu
serenes this milieu....

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He wasn't into the season he said.
The past had wrapped him up blue.
But now I'm getting into his head.
Like nothing he ever knew.

Baby's hanging the lights up high.
Singing the words to each song.
Drinking wassail when evening's nigh
and the Christmas moon grows long.

His yuletide spirit holds no doubt.
For that I am to blame!
In the snowdrifts we laugh and shout.
He'll never be the same!...

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It's winter time. 
Frosty, snowy, magical.
You're walking along a path,
treading lightly, jumping over snowdrifts
as if you were carried by the swirling particles.
Snowflakes settle on your coat,
like crystal hair clips they decorate your hair.
The warmth of your breath brings the air to life
and your footprints - 
light, carefree, joyful
remain in memory forever.
...

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Reality, like snowdrifts
Catching off guard, disregarding warm glow of sun.
Chilling through the bone.
Soul turns physical.
Pain,
Losing clarity, rational thought and peace of mind.

Snowdrifts, catching of guard
Showing unbearable clarity to reality that won't be changed.
Teeth chatter,
Soul clatters,
Pain,
No rain only snowdrifts.
Journey to the burning cold of hell on earth leaving innocence to suffer....

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Rain pours against the windowpane,
As all the world has gone gray,
With dark skies all the noontide,
And foul weather keeps us inside.
Like vivid autumn leaves fallen,
Once exotic dancers on the wind,
Soon dead and buried in snowdrifts,
In keeping with the rule of the
Seasons, one dance in golden sun!
Like the afternoons daily dying,
For some vivid lives are shorter.
As the rainbow lasted for a moment,
Leaving memories before it went!...

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Photo of old school
pops up in Facebook newsfeed
the kind I can feel

yellow sky, edged brown
as golden sugar cookie
when you know it's done

the bright almond sun
on chocolate branches, drizzled
melting in middle

with French vanilla
snowdrifts, scoopable snowballs
and white mountain tufts

such sweet aftertaste
although dropped before finished
partially eaten

it feels warm, and cold
I taste happiness, sadness
because now... it's gone




1/31/2021...

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