Poetry for Winter 

Canadian Winter

  The snow came down and whirled around and grew and grew and grew.
We scraped and blew and shoveled but were helpless to undo.
The snow we cleared made piles like a rocky mountain range;
And then it rained swift rivers - nature thought we needed change.
The rain will wash away the snow, was what we had in mind;
But slush was over boot tops - nowhere to run could find.

The temperatures dropped and you could say we were really in a rut;
More snow and freezing rain to come - the weatherman's words did cut.
As long as my home is cozy-warm, the weather I'll take on the chin;
For, after all, I'm Canadian and bear winter with a grin.

Joan Adams Burchell
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Children and Snow

All winter they had waited; nature didn't let them down.  
The squeals and giggles grew as they played without a frown.  
Sliding down the perfect hills - a children's paradise;  
No thought of clearing their white soufflé, no thought of chopping ice.  
My fingers, ears and toes felt frozen as I shoveled the mountain of snow  
But my heart was warm and light as the laughter continued to grow.  

Winter is for children; I'm sure of that today.  
This is the season they tumble and laugh and truly love to play.  
Computers are forgotten and they only see the snow;  
Imaginations leap and soar - this is how little minds grow.

Joan Adams Burchell
(copyright)

The Magic of Winter

Winter and snow is a child's delight - things dreamed of in July;
Sleds and hills, squeals and spills, waving, as the world rushes by.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.
Angels they make in the blanket of white, and tomorrow will remember how
Snowflakes felt on their tiny tongues - like magic to them now.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.
Snow-people are made and all decked out with colours and a happy smile;

Forts are built with utmost care so they will last awhile.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.
Snowballs rolled and piled with glee; tots laughing merrily;
Adults watch, remembering - secrets bubbling free.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.
Skiers fly the well-packed slopes, independence lighting their eyes;
Blending with snow as they descend like magic from the skies.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.

The ice is cleared so skaters glide and maybe spin a dream
Of triple loops and a sharp edge and costumes of gold and cream
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow everywhere.
At the end of the day all tucked away, they dream of flakes of white
Floating from heaven, in a musical dance - an innocent child's insight.
There is snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow, snow, EVERYWHERE!

Joan Adams Burchell
(copyright)  

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Joan Burchell