“Little Robin redbreast
Where can
you be?
Dear little
Robin
Come and
say hello to me”
“I can’t
“says the Robin
“The winter
is preventing me”
“Little
Robin redbreast
Where can
you be?
Dear little
Robin
Come and
say hello to me”
“I can’t
say hello to you
Because I’m
frozen to this tree”
Christmas ferns
Abundant
and evergreen
With
Pinnate leaves
In
lance-shaped fronds
Dense
clusters of
Featherlike
leaflets
In wide
display
Decorate
the
Christmas
landscape
Of North
America
Merry Bells of Christmas
Of genus
Uvularia
Whose
yellow drooping
Bell-shaped
flowers
Brighten
the season
Christmas bells
Of Genus
Blandfordia
Orange or
crimson
Whose large
flowers
Brighten
the season
Red Breasted Robin
Sitting on
the fence
With snow
falling
God that
bird is dense
Sitting out
there exposed
Out in all
weathers
Trying to
look cute
As it
freezes its feathers
You are the bonniest child
Cute from
head to toe
You melt
our hearts
As you
joyfully go
For your
first time
Out to play
in the snow
I’m not looking for a white Christmas
For my life
is already a cold place
Bleak and
forbidding
So I have
no need of snow
Carpets of
white everywhere
Winter
fills my every day
My life is
perpetual winter
Because you
have taken my warmth
You were
the heart of me
You sent
the blood coursing through me
You were
the sun in my sky
Now my life
is tundra
And I am
just a frozen husk
Too numb to exist
Smoke curls from the chimneys,
And
dissolves into the grey
Then the clouds
in exchange
Release
snowflakes on the day
Soon the
air is full of white flakes
Filtering
the sounds of life away
The land is
soon under deep snow
Of
snowflakes released on the day
Oh pretty snowflake
Gentle on
my face
Oh delicate
beauty
Like
Belgian lace
Oh pretty
snowflake
Thing of
grace
You were
here
Now not a
trace
December, December
The snow has
come
Falling all
night long
Kids its
time to have some fun
December,
December
Children
playing in the snow
Skating and
sledding
Faces all
aglow
December,
December
More snow
will come
Then all
through the winter
Kids will
have more fun
But softly the myriad snow flakes fall
These
infinite flakes of purest white
Like pure
white down of angels wings
Floating
gently from heavens height
But this is
no heaven sent delight
This thing
of beauty that cruelly lingers
For harshly
touched is the naked earth
When
touched by winters icy fingers
A common native of Asia
And the
Himalayas
The Greeks
called
It Sarcococca
“The fleshy
berry”
We call it Christmas
Box
With its
large fragrant flowers
Blooming in
winter
Making the
stark
Christmas
garden, merry
Christmas rose
The Evergreen
beauty
Winter-blooming
flowers
Of white or
purplish hue
In wide
display
Decorate
the European
Landscape
at Christmas
The Christmas star
Festively
untypical
Having
poisonous milk
And being
tropical
But scarlet
petal-like leaves
Make them
appear more topical
And star
shaped flowers
Are more
decoratively typical
Christmas Holly
Evergreen
tree
Christmas
Holly
Leaves are
prickly
Cut fresh
Holly
Full of red
berries
Help to
make
The season
merry
The Christmas green
Festively
untypical
It’s just a
club moss
With
creeping stems
Similar to
ferns
With erect
branches
It has no
scarlet hues
Nor star
shaped flowers
It’s quite
unremarkably
Just
another evergreen
The Christmas flower
Festively untypical
Having
poisonous milk
And being
tropical
But scarlet
petal-like leaves
Make them
appear more topical
The Christmas berry
Evergreen
and spiny
With
flowers of every hue
From white
to blue
With
abundant berries
Bright red
as cherries
The Christmas bush
Is
Australian obviously
And isn’t
really a bush at all
It’s in
fact a shrub or tree
With red
flowers for selection
As
Christmas decoration
The Christmas Begonia
The
winter-bloomer
Whose large
pink flowers
Light up
the winter hours
The Christmas cactus
The
winter-bloomer
Its jointed
flat segments
Look like
experiments
Made by a
young boy
With a
construction set toy
But the
rose-purple flowers
Light up
the winter hours
Since the snow began to fall
My wife has done nothing at
all
But stare blankly through
the window
As the snow lays snow on
snow
If it continues in this way
We shall have a white
Christmas day
But my wife stares through
the glass
As the snow falls thick and
fast
Sadly, if it gets any worse
outside
I'll have to let her come
inside
Out of the snowy lawn
The snowman
grew
Wearing a
hat and scarf
The way
that you do
With
pebbles for eyes
Pressed
into the snow
A smiley
twig mouth
And a large
carrot nose
He’s a
magnificent site
The snowman
that grew
But he’s
just snow and ice
And no
substitute for you
I wish you
were here
To chase
the blues away
I wish
you’d come back
To me for
Christmas day
Crimson breasted
Perching on
a gate
Robin red
breast
Looking for
a mate
A hardy
suitor
Courting
and wooing
Proudly
displaying
In ritual
pursuing
Trying to
impress
To attract
a wife
So in the
spring
There’d be
new life
And for his
efforts
Amidst
winter hard
He gets to
appear
On a
Christmas card
The snow lays deep and crisp
And though
the frost is keen
In the
clear night sky, the heavens
In all
their glory can be seen
And bright
there shines a star
Standing
out from the jeweled sky
A star that
seems to call out
Sweetly
“Christmas is nigh”
The snow has come its falling fast
It’s time
to dance about and cheer
Soon it
will be time to build a snowman
I build the
same one every year
When the
snow is lying deep and fresh
I go to the
cupboard in my room
Where I get
his hat, gloves and scarf
And of
course his birchwood broom
Mum says
“don’t you stay out long”
But she
knows that I don’t listen
She knows
that it takes some time
To build
the perfect Mr Glisten
I always
start in the same place
And make
the body large and round
For his
head I roll a smaller ball
Rolling it on
the snowy ground
Soon he
stands up taller than me
Rising up
from the fallen snow
Each year
it takes a little longer
As like me
each year he grows
Down his
front go pebble buttons
From his
neck down to the floor
His stick
arms wear his gloves
Which don’t
really fit him anymore
Then I put
on his scarf and hat
His birch
broom stands by his side
Marbles to
make his eyes shine
And a stick
mouth smiling wide
Last the
carrot nose goes in place
And I step
back and a moment spend
Gazing at
the happy snowman face
Then I say
“Hello my old friend”
The motorway is closed
All the
schools are shut
It’s a snow
day, it’s a snow day
The kids
can stay and play
The buses
aren’t running
The car
won’t start
It’s a snow
day, it’s a snow day
We can stay
and play
The
gritter’s never did the job
The salt’s
still in the bin
It’s a snow
day, it’s a snow day
No work for
us today
It’s bad
for the economy
For us all
to stay at home
It’s a snow
day, it’s a snow day
Hip, hip hooray
What a perfect creation
Are the
snowflakes
Beauty and
geometry
Each
precisely fashioned
They float
to earth
Filling the
air
Like cotton
in a mill shed
Haphazardly
drifting
Individual
and unique
The
crystals fall
Like pieces
in an Impossipuzzle
To make a
perfect picture
The six o’clock alarm
Breaks my
slumber
I swat at
the clock
Like an
unwelcome bug
A single
gesture brings silence
And I lie
in the quiet hush
Silence!
Why is it silent?
Where is
the traffic noise?
The
clinking milk float?
The boy
racers?
The early
morning bussle?
I leap from
my bed
And rush to
the window
I pause for
a moment
Hold my
breath in anticipation
Then pull
back the curtain
And what a
sight to behold
Snow! Snow!
Snow!
As far as
the eye could see
A vista of
pure virgin white
The whole
scene cloaked
In a deep
shroud of snow
Shapes rose
up here and there
From the
thick carpet
Disguising
what lay below
I search
the scene for signs of life
And found
none
The snow
was fresh and unsullied
Just lying
there, waiting
I turned
and dragged the duvet
Off my
sleeping wife
And
responded to her protests
Saying “Snow!
Snow! Snow!”
Half an
hour later
We were
fully dressed
And on the
way out of the door
Thirty
seconds we were back
We had
forgotten to wake the children
The gulls
screech and scream
Swooping above the cliff top
While white horses ride the waves below
As the tidal surge is broken to a stop
Fishing boats appear to dance
Driven by weather to the south
And make slow progress in the swell
Bobbing towards the yawning harbour mouth
As the weather quickly closes in
The gulls desert the cliff top
Making their way inland to safety
Waiting patiently for the storm to stop
Like a ribbon that's spun
Of the purest of silk,
The road crossed the cold bleak dale
It appeared that the frost
On the wintry panes
Was embossed with images from beyond the pale
And the winter-sky,
Lit with the moon and the stars,
Made the icicles glow in the night-
And the beauty of all
Of that December view
Was perceived in the essence of light-
And deceived by the soft...firelight.
If December ice will bear a duck
Thereafter will be
slush and muck
But grab the duck off
the ice
And Christmas lunch be
very nice
It’s such a mild Christmas
All the birds are
singing noisily
Normally in December
They’re all frozen to
a tree
Honeysuckle hedges
Line the fence
Banks of Purple
columbine
Catch the morning sun
Beds of scented roses
Beside a manicured
lawn
Herbaceous borders
trimmed
By neat rows of
annuals
Clematis climbs the
trellis
Amidst the well
groomed shrubbery
There’s so much more
Than stocks and
hollyhocks
In an English country
garden
The rose like bloom
Fresh and vivid as a
blush
On a maiden’s cheek
The star of the
firmament
Of an English
garden
The bees are busy on the moor
Among the purple
heather
The birds are on the
wing
Enjoying the clement
weather
The most perfect place
For we two birds of a
feather
But it holds no
pleasure
Now we are no longer
together
How Sings the savage beast
With
a heart full of misery
When
held within the narrow
Bounds
of his captivity
How
Sings the savage beast
With
a heart full of joy
When
his confines evaporate
And
he is as free as a boy
They climb with
strength and grace
And ramble wide and free
They stand alone as Floribunda
Standard or Hybrid Tea
The glorious English
rose
Beautiful flower of
history
The Suffolk Horse
Heavy draught horse
Beautiful Chestnut
beast
Solid and dependable
With energetic gait
Known as “good doers”
The Suffolk Horse
Work horse of the land
Let the wind howl
Let the tempest blow
Bring forth the rain
Bring forth the snow
Then let the frost
bite
Let the ice crack
Then we can get
The winter sun back
When winters bite is tamed
Spring brings forth
the shoots
Then summer scents the
flowers
And the autumn earns
the fruits
The winter land lies
In suspended animation
Part of life’s eternal
cycle
And with it, paused
Is its Infinite
variety
But as the earth turns
Mother natures seed
waits
Beneath the February
snows
Red Berries grow
In abundance
On the holly bush
As the snow falls
Nature’s bounty
On the bough
Mother Nature
Stocking her Larder
For the long bitter
Winter to come
White berries grow
In abundance
On the mistletoe
As the snow falls
Nature’s bounty
On the bough
Mother Nature
Stocking her Larder
For the long bitter
Winter to come
Winter maiden
Draped afresh
In a pure white
Unsullied cloak
Hugging her contours
Uncorrupted
In its perfect purity
Her Pristine draperies
Like crisp white linen
Lying undisturbed
Natures maiden
In her winter coat
When I was very little
My dad and his brother
Built a huge snowman
Bigger than any other
He was as tall as Dad
And was round and fat
It had coal for eyes
And a big black hat
A scarf about its neck
For sartorial style
A large carrot nose
And a twig for a smile
Knobbly stick arms
With gloves at the end
A belt around its
girth
Like a cummerbund
I loved that snowman
Standing so very tall
Until the eventual
thaw
And I watched him
fall
On a stormy night
As strangers slumber
Around the gables
The wild wind howled
And rain hit the panes
Like thrown gravel
As the lightning
struck
And thunder growled
The Heathers on the hillside
And Buttercups in the
meadow
The Bluebells in the
woods
And Orchids in the
hedgerow
What a green and
pleasant land
Where the wild flowers
grow
The piercing of the wind
Iced like the mountain peaks
Brought water to my eyes
And a stinging to my
cheeks
It left hands too cold
to grip
And lips to numb to
speak
It cut through my
cloak
And made the outlook
bleak
Some crumbs of bread
Some bacon rind
Perhaps some nuts
Might be kind
It’s up to you
To decide what’s best
To set upon the table
For Robin red breast
The wind howled around the house
And whistled through
the trees
Bringing snow in
blizzards
The strong winds
across the rooftops
Whipped up the loose
grains
And chased them like
white ribbon
Across the grey slate
It wasn’t pretty snow
Nor did it present a
pretty scene
Not at all picturesque
Or picture postcard
Snow was blown in
horizontally
With great ferocity
And as I drew the drapes
It spattered the
casement windows
I shivered and thanked
God
I was safely home
After the ice storm
The world was
transformed
A hushed silence had
descended
And the landscape
Had change shape
Everything had
softened
The ice rimed trees
Stood like great ice
pillars
In the snow queens
cathedral
Fountains cascaded no
more
The waterfalls became
abstract art
And fresh snow was
falling
Like confetti at a
winter wedding
Outside an ice
sculpted church
The seasons come and go
Almost monotonous I
know
One after another, as planned
Like the sweep of a
clock hand
Each season reminding
us all
That from winter to
the fall
Is yet another year
slipped by
A step closer to when
we die
A depressing thought I
know
But let the seasons
come and go
For I think it would
be a crime
If there was to be no
wintertime
A silent soft blanket of white
Had hidden the land
from sight
It’s our job to
investigate the crime
Really we want to have
a good time
We sledge and we
toboggan
Build the world’s
biggest snowman
We have a massive
snowball fight
Doing battle till the
enemy took flight
Then we stomp thru the
powdery crunch
Making our way home to
have lunch
The lake is frozen,
Nothing lives
In this frozen hell
Even the sky is
desolate
Save for the crescent
moon
Standing sentinel
A carefully crafted snowman
Round and fat
Sits on the front lawn
Wearing Daddies hat
Trawler men, leave
The safety of port,
Putting out to sea
Under Mackerel skies
And on foaming oceans
Drag their nets
And hope that God
See’s them safe to
port
The first flurries of the white,
Began to fall at twilight
Though until the dawn
So by the next morn
Everything lay below
A carpet of fresh
white snow
