Here is one of my favorites:

It is wintertime and the snowflakes have begun to fall
We’re missing autumn and summertime the sun and wind and it all
We know how the earth spins and time takes her pass
But even though it all it seems to go so fast
Where did the summer days go when we were young and carefree
Laughing and running and playing, just you and me?
What about autumn walking through the cool crisp woods
Crunching leaves beneath our feet, the world just as it should?
Soon spring will come to show us all the colours and the sights and smells
We will welcome the warmth, watching the white snow melt
And when summer comes again and we’re dancing in the brook
We’re glad the time has passed, no matter how long it took.

Another good one may be:

We know that magic can be found
in the highest mountains, or deep underground
Sometimes magic is where you want it to be
like on dry land or in the rushing sea
But magic isn’t the land where fairies reside
but something is there, deep inside
It isn’t hiding in a dusty, dark nook
its right there, you just need to look
So take a deep breath, open your eyes
your heart is where the magic lies

Both are older poems, but I enjoyed writing them, and I hope you enjoyed reading them.

And, just because I can, I’m posting a drawing I recently made.

Enjoy!

The mud squishes beneath our boots
while the snow starts to disappear
Because the snow is truly gone for spring
we’ll wonder if winter was really here
But for now the temperature is lukewarm
and there are puddles on the streets
We’ll run and splash and play in them
soaking our pant legs and our feet
For the weekend is the best time to play
even if our yards are full of mud
Because no matter how old you are
we know getting dirty is loads of fun!

So yeah, that’s it. I was kinda thinking about how it’ll be spring soon and that the snow will melt, leaving mud everywhere. I remember when I was a kid, I absolutely adored playing in mud. (I still do!) Believe it or not, when I was little I loved it so much I actually ate it.

So I basically hope that everyone else loves playing in the mud too!

Like a snow globe being shaken

from the clouds white flakes awaken

So slowly drifting, dancing, falling

to the seasons – winter is calling

But not all is peaceful; snows blowing round

burying all we know in a white ‘underground’

Watching from our windows we

realize that its hard to see

Its more peaceful than we believe

So as we dream of warmer times

know that the season we’re in

will do just fine.

So there it is. I was kinda inspired by yesterday’s super snowstorm. The wind was really blowing the flakes around. I tried to capture part of the idea of being a kid in the evening staring outside at the snow. I hoped you enjoy reading this poem! (And I also hope you’re not snowed in!)

Also, tomorrow is the first day I post a Poem Of the Week. Trust me – it’ll be great. Hope you all enjoy the snow!

There will be two categories, my Weekly Poems, published Sunday afternoon, and my Spontaneous Poems. These are short (or long ) poems that I quickly wrote down. Sometimes I will edit these more closely for my Weekly Poems, but otherwise they’re just for enjoyment.  If you want a tip for writing, it is best to have things planned out like this:

Mon – start writing

Thurs – edit poem

Sat – type up blog entry & poem

Sun – post post post!

I’m hoping that this routine will prove useful as I continue my poetry blog.

Here is an example of one of my poems, called ‘Open the Pages’:

Open the pages and look deep

inside the ink a whole world sleeps

Silenced in their timeless slumber

waiting page by page, number by number

Taste the words at the tip of your tongue

feel the breath growing deep in your lungs

And read, feel those magic words roll

in your heart to stay and deep in your soul

And when you lose yourself you’ll know

a book is something you’ll never let go.

I hope you enjoy that example!