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by Anne Brontë

How brightly glistening in the sun
The woodland ivy plays!
While yonder beeches from their barks
Reflect his silver rays.
That sun surveys a lovely scene
From softly smiling skies;
And wildly through unnumbered trees
The wind of winter sighs:

Now loud, it thunders o'er my head,

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January

by John Updike

The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.

Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor.
Milk bottles burst
Outside the door.

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Between the Two

by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

The smell of incense was heavy
And guarded the dingy room well.
Time passed slowly like the stifling breath of Yuletide
They were hiding from — the two lovers of Venice —
A woman with dark, luxuriant hair
And a man with a running nose.
Scent-leaf imported from Africa
Roasted over the fireplace with a tangible fragrance.
A lone candle burned and crackled,
Its tallow dripping profusely with crusts of romance —

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On The Grasshopper And Cricket

by John Keats

The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's--he takes the lead
In summer luxury,--he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost

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Christmas

by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Christmas is a long song sung in winter,
An epic poem written with white quill feather pen and
Gold ink, and on clouds of paper,
Beginning from a sneezing December to a
Dizzying twelfth-calendar month,
When snow drizzles gently into the souls of
Those who hearken to the tinkling sound of
The church bell which rings gently with the weight of
The slow-passing season.

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Recent Winter Poems

The beauty of Winter

by Saleh Ben Saleh

I always long for winter,
cold but not the rain.
And enjoy the fluffy white,
covering the road and lane.
The icy woods would sparkle,
in the hazy light of sun.

Greyish the skies shall be,
after the storms have gone.
My eyes enjoy the beauty,

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My Neighbourhood

by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Frozen streams are calm incidents of winter
When lean, broken stems seem dead and gone
But the way things stand now in the nearby minster,
Canticles accompanied by spawning candles are worn.

My beloved Malvern Hills.

by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond

My beloved Malvern Hills,
the winter so cold; so still.
The Snow Bunting and the Robin;
standing brave against the chill.
Snow falling; snow drifting,
sledges slipping and sliding.
Heads bowed as if in hiding;
with hats and scarves of every hue
jackets and coats; old and new,
with one desire; The Beacons view.

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Winter Winds

by Kailey Norris

Winter winds,
Chills sent through my body.
Falling leaves,
Memory of what once was
Frosted glass,
A reminder, I am outside the window.
Chattering teeth,
Secluded from the warmth inside.

Winter winds,

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on: losses that come with loss

by Elisa Janer

taking inventory, what have I lost?
warmth
that desire
to feel warmth in my bones
before,
a craving

and now,
all I long for is cold
I stand outside

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