~*~Poems~*~

The First Snow-Fall

The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.


Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.


-James Russell Lowell, from The First Snow-Fall-
-from Favorite Poems, pg 63-64-



White Fields

1.
In the winter time we go
Walking in the fields of snow;

Where there is no grass at all;
Where the top of every wall,

Every fence and every tree,
Is as white as white can be.


2.
Pointing out the way we came,
Everyone of them the same-

All across the fields there be
Prints in silver filigree;

And our mothers always know,
By our footprints in the snow,

Where the children go.


-James Stephens-
-from Favorite Poems, pg. 66-




Velvet Shoes

Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.


I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as a white cow's milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.


We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.


We shall walk in velvet shoes:
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.


-Elinor Wylie-
-from Favorite Poems, pg. 66-67-


Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.


The little horse must think it queerr
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.


The woods are lovely and dark and deep
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.


-Robert Frost-
-from Favorite Poems, pg. 67-


Wintry Day

Wintry Day! frosty day!
God a cloak on all doth lay.
On the earth the snow He sheddeth,
O'er the lamb the fleece He spreadeth,
gives the bird a coat of feather
To protect it from the weather.

-Author Unknown-
-from Favorite Poems For The Children's Hour, pg. 168-


Snowflakes

Out of the bosom of the air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodland brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.


-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-
-from Favorite Poems For The Children's Hour, pg. 169-