Another Flurry of Winter Poems
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Winter is (almost) here! Tomorrow, December 21st, marks the first day of the season for the Northern Hemisphere, and for those of us who love to don cozy sweaters, drink steaming hot tea out of novelty mugs, and pretend we’re a main character in The Holiday, it’s our time to shine (with that fine glisten of sweat that comes from wearing too many layers).
What better way to channel that main character energy than to read a poem while framed by a foggy window at the local coffee shop/bookstore/other meet-cute locale? Luckily, we’ve got you covered! Enjoy this selection of winter-themed poems and let us know your favorite over on X (Twitter), Facebook, or Instagram.
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"Black are my steps on silver sod;/ Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;/ And tree and house, and hill and lake,/ Are frosted like a wedding-cake." From "Winter-Time" by Robert Louis Stevenson
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,/ But I have promises to keep,/ And miles to go before I sleep,/ And miles to go before I sleep./" From "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
"Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:/ One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,/ Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze/ That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees." From "The Visionary" by Emily Brontë
"Again I reply to the triple winds/ running chromatic fifths of derision/ outside my window:/ Play louder." From "January" by William Carlos Williams
"I went to bed and rose at early dawn/ To see them huddled together in a heap,/ Each merged into the other upon the lawn,/ Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep." From "The Snow Fairy" by Claude McKay
"The glass chimes I hung/ over the register ring a little/ when the heat goes on./ I waited too long to drink my tea./ It was not hot. It was only warm." From "Winter Love" by Linda Gregg
