Sweet to see
Sugar coated tree
In winter
This poem was written/submitted by Jyoti Sunit Chaudhary.

winter is returning
cold eyes
in afternoons
desire
impeding fingers
season of frost
This poem was written/submitted by Peter S. Quinn.

cold is in the air
winter is all around
all covered in white
~~~Rivised~~~
~~Better Written! ~~
frigid air-
the ground once
again white
This poem was written/submitted by Don Haney.

Heartache comes again
Bleak winter storms arising
Loneliness ensues
This poem was written/submitted by Jim Milks.

There goes the Winter, sulkily slinking
Somewhere behind the trees on the hill.
He caught a vision of sweet Spring prinking
In green before her mirror—the rill.
And he turned away
With his face quite grey,
And he went without ever a glance behind him
But I want to know
Which way does he go,
And does anyone ever try to find him?
Is he [...]

A time of year when growth is all but dormant though the grass has grown an inch or two of late
And the peach tree in the garden almost leafless and Winter just around the corner wait
And male blackbird save for a few chirps remains silent he does not have to sing to keep a mate
And [...]

The oak tree forlorn and leafless and the day is cold and gray
But through the earth young buds are peeping Spring cannot be far away
And the spotted dove is cooing making known his territory
And any time of year in Nature wondrous things to hear and see.
Buds appearing on the wattles they bloom in the Winter [...]

I long for long summer heat,
Now that cold winter is here
Making us shiver in night,
With cold breeze blowing,
The heat though unbearable
Seem to be better,
With everyone sweating,
The heat seems to be
Gone forever, with
The long on set of winter,
People behind the blankets,
Blazers, with bonfires,
Waiting for the summer
To arrive soonset possible,
The old ones huddled up
Together to beat the [...]

It’s going to be burning winter soon.
It hasn’t come yet but I’ll know when it does because
the trees outside my window will bloom flames
and the earth will smell like hot white ashes
freshly lit from an ancient pagan torch.
The winter is harsh and real
and little girls dance like heathens in the streets.
But in this season,
before the [...]

Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm,
So ‘gainst the winter’s balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
This poem was written/submitted [...]