Making Tracks
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Early morning I go
Into deep snow
Traversing woods aglow
Wondering what is below
Grateful the going is slow
Appreciating the show.
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(A Monorhyme Poem)
Tag: Winter Poetry
March 17
Sugarbush
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Now we know how it feels to be
Living inside a still snow globe
With trees wearing snow like a thick robe
The winds blowing flakes all glittery
Surrounded by snow suddenly.
Snow settles in on trails knee deep
Making them soft, even the steep
The snow begins to settle down
The wind blows and shakes it around
Inside we make memories to keep.
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(A Decima Poem)
March 16
Whiteface
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Friends and family, destination Whiteface
For an extended adventure weekend
Squeezed in a glass gondola we ascend
Then we descend on boards and skis with grace
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Between snow and board Julie found space
Frozen faces, tired legs, hours we spend
Yard sales, bumps, winds, and laughs we descend.
At the summit looks like another place.
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Despite the noise from the front of the car
We made it down the longest eastern blue
And had a delicious locker room lunch
From open to close we really rode far
We had so much fun the time really flew
It was a great day with a great bunch.
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(A Petrarchan Sonnet)
March 12
Change is on the way
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Skunk cabbage! The first sign that spring
Is just a few sunsets away,
It’s mottled flowers reminding
To set the clocks forward timing
Transition to new kinds of play.
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Near time to stow board and bindings
Pull tent and bike from where they stay
Prepare for warm weather hiking.
Don’t yet put snow gear in hiding
Maybe we’ll still have a snow day.
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(A Copla Real Poem)
March 11
Winter Hike
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Went for a short winter wander
The empty trails make me ponder
Why aren’t folks outside
Exploring wide-eyed
Countryside
And yonder?
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(A Clogyrnach Poem)
February 21
Winter Aconite
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Wearing ruffled scarves in the green of spring
at once an army of flowers emerge
though it’s cold and there may even be snow.
The troops have quickly spanned, naturalizing,
longer, warmer days causing the upsurge
from small brown tubers submerged deep below.
In gold cup-shaped helmets these soldiers spread.
Platoons March around the garden to merge
head to head, creating a glow
through which no other would be so bold to tread
but slow.
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(A Curtal Sonnet)
February 2
Hell yes! 6 more weeks of winter!
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Wind
Bites cheeks
Nips noses
Pushes riders
Sways lifts, moves snow, tests layers, adds challenge.
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(Another triolet poem)
January 17
Some People Just Don’t Get It
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Overnight the flakes have descended, and left a carpet of pure white.
Silent, soft and slow descends the snow.
No cloud above
No earth below
A universe of sky and snow
Snow is what it does. It falls and it stays and it goes.
The snow is deep on the ground. The snow is beautiful on the ground.
How is it that the snow amplifies the silence?
A cheer for the snow! the drifting snow!
This is the true religion, the religion of snow.
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(A cento poem featuring lines from each of the following poems:
Shoveling snow with Buddha by Billy Collins
Patterns in the Snow by Ernestine Northover
How is it that the snow by Robert Haight
Snow-flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Snow by Eliza Cook
Snow by Frederick Seidel
Snow-Bound: A winter idyl by John Greenleaf Whittier
The snow is deep on the ground by Kenneth Patchen)
