Poems about Snow
I have lived in three countries, each with their own level of variation between seasons. I have always loved snow, but my interaction with it over time, especially a few harsh winters in Boston, has shaped my relationship with it.
Under Snowed Conifers
Snow piled up around small conifers
Covering the outspread fronds
Enclosing a dry sheltered spot
Inside that birds take refuge in
While swirling flakes abound outside
Seems to hold more than dry needles and droppings
The secrets of wildlife surround
The memories of the outdoors
Outside Suburban Snow
The snow calls me:
Bright as day, the night,
To open fields.
In candle light,
I spurn the moon,
In a Boston suburb:
Too far from the fire
Of an Irish cottage
To traverse the frigid air.
When snow falls thick
Enough to keep doors closed,
Should it be shoveled
More than mere tunnels
Through the two-foot drifts
For pedestrians to the trains,
Leaving cars abandoned under beauty
Slowly until the spring releases them?
Instead of this frantic
Freeing of black asphalt
By pushing white into ugly piles,
Forcing walkers onto the street
Through the dirty slush.
Want to keep Walking
The snow leads me onwards
With its will
To keep walking,
Though I know
It is hours back and
Despite the darkness
Falling fast as quicksilver.
Minnesota Under Snow
When the date arrives
With scarce needs
People should decide life’s destinations
Declining to be sited
In such as Minnesota
Cities fighting to keep from freezing
For farmers and trappers
Only those that see
Their necessity in the snow
As it was designed
To be survived
How Strange Here is the Snow
The ending of a blizzard brings no
Tranquil images of being snowed in
A welcome, if invented, excuse to do
What would be normally considered nothing,
Catching up on books, warm glass watching,
In silence smiles.
Instead, the whole street swarms with activity.
There’s no time to do nothing;
Whatever hours are gained by a snow day
Are simply spent, sweating, shoveling
Inconvenience into piles.
The Snow Outside
The First Snowfall of the Season
The First Snowfall of the Season
Into holiday feeling
Misplaced in mid autumn
Of three days ensconced inside
Looking out at soft edge
Turn sharply to
Four months trudge
Daylight Savings Time
Don’t forget to reset your watch
Tonight, the clocks go back
One hour for “summer time” so
We have an extra hour of
Daylight in the evenings.
Since the twenties this tradition
Has saved us several billion dollars a year!
Well, today’s the day –
The one you’ve been waiting for:
The first day of summer!
The kids are on holidays and
Those of you still stuck in the office
Can at least discard that shirt and
Tie for the next three months!
That’s right! It is also “dressing down day”,
Officially known as “summer energy savings time”,
When businesses, from now till September,
Have to set a new trend in dress code:
Shirts, sandals and tee-shirts. It’s all part of
The effort to save on air conditioning electricity.
Set your video for the Simpson’s tonight:
You won’t be home to watch them live!
Yes; this evening begins the “summer siesta season”:
Those three months when the work day changes
From nine to five, up until eight,
With a three-hour break between two and five
To escape that sultry, early afternoon heat,
Now that air-conditioning has been outlawed
To lower the outlandish energy costs.
Tomorrow is the big day –
“Winter energy savings time”,
Or “Migration Day” as it’s more widely known!
Everyone knows the drill by now –
Unless energetically independent or indispensable,
All those north of the forty-fifth parallel
In the central continental states
Will move south of that line for winter time,
So as we can all avoid the huge heating
Waste those places used to face.