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Winter Love

- The Curtain
  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
  Kenneth Patchen
       The snow is deep on the ground.
       Always the light falls
       Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.
- Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been
  William Shakespeare
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
- Winter Love
  Linda Gregg
I would like to decorate this silence,
but my house grows only cleaner
- The Snow Fairy
  Claude McKay
- Winter
  Timothy Liu

Snowy Wonder

- White-Eyes
  Mary Oliver
       In winter
       all the singing is in
       the tops of the trees
- Snow Day
  Billy Collins
- Blizzard
  Linda Pastan
- The Six-Cornered Snowflake
  John Frederick Nims
- Winter Trees
  William Carlos Williams
       All the complicated details
       of the attiring and
       the disattiring are completed!
- Crossing the Square
  Grace Schulman
Squinting through eye-slits in our balaclavas,
we lurch across Washington Square Park
- Lines: The cold earth slept below
  Percy Bysshe Shelley
The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
- Choices
  Tess Gallagher
       Suddenly, in every tree,
       an unseen nest
       where a mountain
       would be.
- Horses in Snow
  Roberta Hill Whiteman
       Lips touching lips,
       did that break my horizon
       as much as those horses broke my belief?
- The Darkling Thrush
  Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey
- Big Snow
  Philip Gross
- To a Wreath of Snow
  Emily Brontë

The Blizzard Of The Self

- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
  Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
- Blizzard
  William Carlos Williams
       Snow:
       years of anger following
       hours that float idly down —
- Ice
  Gail Mazur
In the warming house, children lace their skates,
bending, choked, over their thick jackets.
- The Snow Man
  Wallace Stevens
- Dust of Snow
  Robert Frost
- Now Winter Nights Enlarge
  Thomas Campion
- In the Winter of My Thirty-Eighth Year
  W. S. Merwin
- The Dead of Winter
  Samuel Menashe

Winter Is Coming

- Beyond the Red River
  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
  Robert Frost
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
- Winter Solstice Chant
  Annie Finch
- Early Frost
  Scott Cairns
- Early October Snow
  Robert Haight
- In Winter
  Michael Ryan

The Shortest Month

- February
  Margaret Atwood
Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
- February Evening in New York
  Denise Levertov
As the stores close, a winter light
opens air to iris blue,
- Late February
  Ted Kooser
       The first warm day,
       and by mid-afternoon
       the snow is no more
       than a washing
       strewn over the yards,
- February Sky
  Bruce Smith
- The Dream of February
  John Haines
- Under the Edge of February
  Jayne Cortez