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| Though I spent my childhood in the north of England, a part of the country renowned for its bleak whether, I never had the good fortune of waking up to the kind of snow that forces schools to close. We certainly had snow - often the very deep and dangerous kind that swallowed small children and pet dogs - but it fell mostly on weekends or during the Christmas holidays.
Cousins, friends and characters in films were the only ones enjoying 'snow days' when I was a kid. And whilst I was sloping off to school in the light flurries of my northern winters, I couldn't help but envy those who were staying home to enjoy the snow. So, welcome to Snowdays - pour a cup of something hot, wrap up, sit back and enjoy the snow. Liam Wilkinson, January 2009 |
| winter morning
a snowdrop pushes through a smear of snow PATRICIA PRIME |
| a deserted nest
among bare birch branches... first snow falling NATALIA KUZNETSOVA |
| blood-splattered spoors
a Jackson Pollock beauty on overnight snow BARBARA A. TAYLOR |
| snowy hills
rippling to the horizon a mackerel sky CATHERINE J.S. LEE |
| northerly wind
okapis sift the leaves from last night’s snow MATTHEW PAUL |
| finding its cache
of pine seeds beneath snow a nutcracker bird ANDRÉ SURRIDGE |
| Quiet as winter,
naked hills wilderness white. A whiter bird, still. CATHERINE GRAHAM |
| a rim of noise
on the icebound lake where birds in clustered flight scatter and reform PATRICIA PRIME |
| lamplight at dusk
across sleety paving stones a pied wagtail DIANE WEBB |
| winter dawn
nestles under wings of the tufted titmouse ALTHEA ROWE WATSON |
| salt shaker snow
a robin flies through my weary heart M. KEI |
| out of sunlight the robin's song
JOHN BARLOW |
| garden weather vane
its 'plane's wing tips heavy with snow ALAN SUMMERS |
| cold winter morning
manure pile freshly brewing BERNARD GIESKE |
| morning mail— sunlight slides down an icicle LARYALEE FRASER |
| coming of winter the newspaper arrives late KALA RAMESH |
| up early by computer light poems come to the scraping of plows up then down the avenues ANNETTE MINEO |
| blizzard— my resume disappears from the screen ROBERTA BEARY |
| snow day again... I dreamt of you blowing on my heart to clear a spot you could see through DANA-MARIA ONICA |
| snowflakes the cold floor through the hole in my sock BOB LUCKY |
| frigid morning under the covers i enter your warmth ROBERTA BEARY |
| condensation dribbling down the window - these in between days making up life JON BALDWIN |
| What an adventure – going out for pastry in the first snow SLAVKO SEDLAR |
| nip in the air— I still don't feel the need for a shawl KALA RAMESH |
| Christmas shoppers cool saxophone notes Summertime IRENE BROWN |
| brewing coffee the thud of snow sliding off the roof BOB LUCKY |
| first snow— shovels stretch their wooden leg WILLIAM SOULE |
| with his broom papa sweeps a tidy path in the new snow back and forth like a pendulum always minding his center ANNETTE MINEO |
| hard frost an ocean wind salts the walkway SUSAN CONSTABLE |
| winter drizzle the sea is the river is the sea JOHN BARLOW |
| whirling snow divorce papers fall from a red folder ROBERTA BEARY |
| day after Christmas the cold snap of peppermint bark MEGAN ARKENBERG |
| Twelfth Night used needles amid the slush HELEN BUCKINGHAM |
| frost-studded fields the ring of white in a grackle’s eye CHERIE HUNTER DAY |
| through a snowy day downy woodpeckers with seeds of the red sun ALTHEA ROWE WATSON |
| silver sun set in a winter sky, how many dreams will tarnish before you set? M. KEI |
| hillside blizzard- on the horse's muzzle flakes of snow CLAIRE KNIGHT |
| 'Cinderella' signpost- fans of dropped ginko leaves sparkle with frost DIANE WEBB |
| first frost the ground-fall conker glittery again JACEK MARGOLAK |
| snow covered mountains sinking deeper & deeper into their silence PAMELA A. BABUSCI |
| ski lift cold air sinks to the bottom of my lungs SUSAN CONSTABLE |
| blue norther the traffic signal horizontal SUSAN DELPHINE DELANEY |
| snow-stacked window-- he plunges himself into the ironing HELEN BUCKINGHAM |
| drifting snow to live this tanka life my mind weaves strands of ink dreams as I fold the laundry DEBORAH KEITH |
| winter chill the warmth of an arthritic knee BOB LUCKY |
| fresh snow– from his upper window a neighbor’s wave ADELAIDE B. SHAW |
| on my son's drawing each snowflake another colour JACEK MARGOLAK |
| country chapel – rimed with frost a wooden angel PATRICIA PRIME |
| Even the monks wear white fur caps- the winter fashion VASILE MOLDOVAN |
| city buried in snow... a stranger's footprints to the cemetery PAMELA A. BABUSCI |
| First snowfall – the old town sleeping in new clothes MAGDALENA DALE |
| December Downunder impossible white Christmas… wiping summer’s sweat I smile at the snowman sparkling on your greetings card BARBARA A. TAYLOR |
| empty schoolyard only a snowman between the goalposts JACEK MARGOLAK |
| snowball fight— I look up at the wrong time WILLIAM SOULE |
| clinging to belief… against the dry-stone wall remnants of snow ANDRÉ SURRIDGE |
| the last rose still attached... four degrees of frost LARYALEE FRASER |
| light snowfall crocuses newly opened disappear CLAIRE KNIGHT |
| late cold snap- the snowflower touched by her namesake DIANE WEBB |
| Drawings on the frosted windows- the winter flowers VASILE MOLDOVAN |
| midwinter her orangery still so green JACEK MARGOLAK |
| valentine's day he catches a snowflake in our joined hands MEGAN ARKENBERG |
| blowing my breath on her gloves disappearing snowflakes JOHN HOLT |
| Shrove Tuesday... shopping for lemons in the snow HELEN BUCKINGHAM |
| January thaw the surveyor’s pin deep in granite CHERIE HUNTER DAY |
| early thaw fields slowly return to brown CLAIRE KNIGHT |
| gray on gray– winter lingers in frozen puddles ADELAIDE B. SHAW |
| Rain and snow. . . How sombre this village without stars SLAVKO SEDLAR |
| thundersnow moving pots under the eaves SUSAN DELPHINE DELANEY |
| all the guests gone only wind banging the old storm door MANKH |
| winter wind withering into silence – alone again JON BALDWIN |
| only the crunch of iced branches in the night VERICA ZIVKOVIC |
| freezing night wishing the two-bar heater had three bars ANDRÉ SURRIDGE |
| around the campfire fired-up hearts another round of song BERNARD GIESKE |
| upward gazing into the falling snow of a mid-night sky a million reasons to believe in prayers finding their way ANNETTE MINEO |
| winter stars without you to name them ROBERTA BEARY |
| snowfield ice footprints reflect the gibbous moon SUSAN DELPHINE DELANEY |
| winter light— smoke scent fades from a candle JENNIFER CORPE |
| winter midnight— a slow wax drop seals the silence DANA-MARIA ONICA |
| starry night wesleepcloser SANDRA SIMPSON |
| SNOWDAYS A 3LIGHTS Gallery Presentation Curator & Photographer LIAM WILKINSON Copyright © remains with the authors of each poem. Artwork Copyright © Liam Wilkinson, 2009 |
| again
my only companion the silence of snow falling PAUL SMITH |