Original illustration by Mark McGinnis.Christmas
A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Out with the Old, In with the New
Year’s End by Richard Wilbur
Now winter downs the dying of the year,
And night is all a settlement of snow;
The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey
A Pumpkin at New Year’s by Sandra McPherson
Heads were rolling down the highway in high slat trucks.
I knew it was time to buy you and found you,
The Shortest Month
February by Margaret Atwood
Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov
As the stores close, a winter light
opens air to iris blue,
Late February by Ted Kooser
The first warm day,
and by mid-afternoon
the snow is no more
than a washing
strewn over the yards,
Walking in the Snow
Crossing the Square by Grace Schulman
Squinting through eye-slits in our balaclavas,
we lurch across Washington Square Park
Winter Love
The Curtain by Hayden Carruth
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing
We can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, the ever-renewing sun of corpse-flesh.
The Snow is Deep on the Ground by Kenneth Patchen
The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.
Sonnet XCVII: How like a Winter hath my Absence been by William Shakespeare
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
Winter Love by Linda Gregg
I would like to decorate this silence,
but my house grows only cleaner
Snowy Wonder
Lines: The Cold Earth Slept Below by Percy Shelley
The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
The Blizzard of the Self
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
Blizzard by William Carlos Williams
Snow:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down —
Ice by Gail Mazur
In the warming house, children lace their skates,
bending, choked, over their thick jackets.
White Darkness by Virginia Hamilton Adair
Whether this is time or snow, passing
Through the night, earthward,
A Winter Daybreak Above Venice by James Wright
The night’s drifts
Pile up below me and behind my back,
Winter Tales
The Eve of St. Agnes by John Keats
St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
Midwinter by Brigit Pegeen Kelly
And again, at dusk, I find the madwoman,
Crouched on the stone bridge by the cornfields,
Winter is Coming
Beyond the Red River by Thomas McGrath
The birds have flown their summer skies to the south,
And the flower-money is drying in the banks of bent grass
After Apple Picking by Robert Frost
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
Narcolepsy by Ann Lauterbach
Comes sarcastic November in mummy garb, hauling,
same old same old what laid bare
Winter Poems