Snow

Swiftly sliding on sweet winter ice
Your
Frosty toes icing in wintry boots
Your
Gloved hands quivering,
Wind howling
Lifts swinging silently
Your
Feet dangling
Your
Bottom bitter with a cold-chair frostbite
Your
Ears red, squished and cold
Your
Head numb against the beating breeze
Your
Wishing you were
Sinking slowly beneath powder’s freshest delight and
Watching snowfall plummet from a clear blue sky
Now you’re sunken back in the cold chair,
Day dreaming
But why?
You are here
Snowy slopes surrounding you
Icy cold crisp air seeping, stingingly through that hole in your goggle
Green wintered trees towering
A mound of snow is waiting for you
Dig in

the sun
streams
through
the window

as the snow
drip
drip
drips
off the roof

finally it's spring
and the snow is melting

but that was yesterday

Just glancing outside,
a smile glows on
my face.
It makes my day
when we have
a snow day.
Ah, snow,
the best time
of the year.
It's hard to believe
that spring
is just around
the corner.
No more
sledding,
skiing,
snowboarding,
or
snowball fights
for another
year.
Goodbye
Winter Wonderland

One of my favorite things about winter is the Poet’s Snow.
There’s just no other way to go.
There’s no real name for it,
I just made one up.
Everyone writes about it,
How romantic it is,
How they love it so much,
And how it looks almost too soft to touch.
Poet’s snow is the kind that sticks to your hair,
At least until you go inside and it melts.

Monochromatic
Black white gray.
Snow
Streams
Down
All day;
That serves only
To dully accent
The total lack
Of
Any
Movement.

A photo
Can't capture,
Can't fully
Show
The gray deathly stillness--
Still but for
The snow.

The area you are in is barren, and no sign of life exists. All you can hear is the sound of the wind, trying to talk, and make itself heard.

You try to listen, and take it all in, but you can't

The beach lay still, a silver streak of moonlight is all that quivers, in a life that many question exists. The stars hang low, blinking, beckoning, as if they want to come down to us and share knowledge of an ancient world. The water is bluish, yet green, and can be seen through, all the way to a dark dreary depth.

Where has the snow gone?
Winter is snow,
Winter is cold.
Yet something has changed.

It is hot,
Hitting 60 degrees
The snow is gone
The grass is seen

What have we done
To deserve such a thing?
It is only January,
But the rains have come.

Vermont is known
For many things
The skiing and ski resorts
The snow and the maple syrup

But how can we
Keep our reputation strong

Oh snow!
How I dislike you
Sometimes!
You make the world so pretty,
Like an ice palace.
I love you the most,
When you fall,
And just stick to my hair,
And you don’t leave until I go inside.
There you melt.
I also love it,
When you make it so I don’t have to go to school.
I really like that.
Those are the times I like you.
I don’t like you when I have to walk in you,

Snow
The ground is white
What a sight
The water has gone
For way too long
I wish I could play
Every day
The snow is cold
And fun to hold
A sweet sensation
Of great creation
Snow so sweet
A special treat
But melt away
Why couldn’t you stay?

Oh, Oh what beautiful snow!
Falling
From
The
Sky.
If only it could stay
Just for one day.
Then I'd be happy!
Then I'd be glad!
I'd have no reasons to be mad or sad.
Oh, Oh what beautiful snow!
Drifting
From
The
Clouds.
I now see the sight
The snow worked on last night.

this is my december
this is my time of the year
this is my december
this is all so clear

this is my december
this is my snow covered home
this is my december
this is me alone

and i
just wish that i didnt feel
like there was something i missed
and i
take back all the things i said
to make you feel like that
and i
just wish that i didnt feel

Walking through the snow
Puffs of white flying
With every step taken.

Dog comes running
Bounding with endless energy
Over the top of the snow banks.

Finally reaching the hill
Where you make a path
For sledding.

Running to get a good start,
Flying down the hill,
And hitting a snowbank.

The sled is far away
As you’ve flopped off while it kept going

The snow so soft and fluffy
falls to the ground in the form of tiny little flakes
little miniscule microscopic shapes
perfectly simmetrical
And to think that huge mounds of snow
are made of hundreds of the flakes
falling from the sky
making the world look like a painting
serene and perfect

Winterview

By Bridget Iverson
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 9

Cold glistens soft azure high
A gleaming blue that sucks the eye.
Land sucks his frozen breath in
To stretch clouds wispy in the wind.
Closer slumbering hills lie
Trees shoulder loads of snow nearby.
Prints betray where I have been
Through dried beige stalks and their brown kin.