Snow has covered the forest with its white carpet. The trees are coated with white powder. The railroad tracks wind up into the mountains. Winter has painted its perfect landscape.
Inspirational Poems
Postponement
SNOW-BOUND in woodland, a mournful word,
Dropt now and then from the bill of a bird,
Reached me on wind-wafts; and thus I heard,
Wearily waiting:—
“I planned her a nest in a leafless tree, 5
But the passers eyed and twitted me,
And said: ‘How reckless a bird is he,
Cheerily mating!’
“Fear-filled, I stayed me till summer-tide,
In lewth of leaves to throne her bride; 10
But alas! her love for me waned and died,
Wearily waiting.
“Ah, had I been like some I see,
Born to an evergreen nesting-tree,
None had eyed and twitted me, 15
Cheerily mating!”
Thomas Hardy (1840–1928). Wessex Poems and Other Verses. 1898.
Snow White Kisses
Snow White Kisses
Snow White Kisses
My purple sky hang over me
My purple sky fly over me
Snow White dreams of frolics in the forest
Wanting day to last the whole life time
She remembers dwarves so fine attentive
She remembers drinks of draughts of fruit and vine
She lay down for final time and then upon awakening
The Gragon fly attend ewe Snow White kisses
Purple kisses mounted on her prose
Purple kisses to the breathtaking lady sleeping
mentioning a few more million in her dreaming
meaning to remain in realm of hiding
she is found in soft repose alarmingly cold
until my kisses bring her love.
Charles Hice
FIRE IN THE SNOW
We tried to paint a fire in the snow
Red and orange, yellow
Maybe a touch of blue
Paint the sky with fire
And the snow with a barren hue
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Can we catch these shadows with our hands
Or will the dusk refuse to play our game
I think the streetlamps want to breathe awhile
Before we fit them with a starry frame
The people pass and nod their vacant eyes
We paint them with a dash of loneliness
The keys for home sit anchored in their pockets
And all the words are written on their breath
The snow is whiter than the stone I found
That summer day in august at the shore
We said it looked just like a tiny moon
You held it till the daylight closed its door
But now the snow is growing cold as dawn
And all its left is pictures we could paint
That show two lovers with a broken brush
You paint a sky that I describe as faint
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Red and orange, yellow
Maybe a touch of blue
I’ve painted love with fire
And the snow with a barren hue
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