Whispers of Winter: A Cozy Roundup of Poems
Winter is coming! Saturday, December 21st ushers in the season and for those of us who thrive on chilly nights, twinkling lights, and the comfort of a warm blanket, it's finally our time to embrace all the cozy delights the season brings. Whether it's indulging in a hot drink, bundling up in our favorite scarves, or finding comfort in the gentle quiet of a snowy evening, winter holds a unique charm that invites moments of reflection and serenity.
What better way to indulge in the spirit of the season than to read a winter poem, perhaps while sipping hot cocoa, wrapped in a blanket, complete with snowflakes gently falling outside the window? We've curated a selection of winter poems that evoke the beauty and quiet of the season, perfect for those moments when you're seeking a little poetic inspiration. Whether you're at a local coffee shop or curled up by the fire, these poems will help you embrace winter's wonder with all the warmth it offers. Click the link under each poem excerpt to read it in its entirety.
“Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, / its white flag waving over everything, / the landscape vanished, / not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness, / and beyond these windows”
From “Snow Day” by Billy Collins
“A liquid moon / moves gently among / the long branches. / Thus having prepared their buds / against a sure winter / the wise trees / stand sleeping in the cold.”
From “Winter Trees” by William Carlos Williams
“One must have a mind of winter / To regard the frost and the boughs / Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; // And have been cold a long time / To behold the junipers shagged with ice”
From “The Snow Man” by Wallace Stevens
“The sky moves in its whiteness / Like the withered hand of an old king. / God shall not forget us. / Who made the sky knows of our love. // The snow is beautiful on the ground.”
From “The Snow Is Deep on the Ground” by Kenneth Patchen
“The snow / has forgotten / how to stop / it falls / stuttering / at the glass / a silk windsock / of snow / blowing / under the porch light”
From “Blizzard” by Linda Pastan
“They are a gift I have wanted again. / Wanted: One moment in mountains / when winter got so cold / the oil froze before it could burn.”
From “Horses in Snow” by Roberta Hill Whiteman
