Winter comes—a snow globe celebration
flipping her skirts in the wind
teases with gusts at turns in the road
winks a million diamonds from plump satin cushions
paints moon-blue nights
of cedar boughs wrapped in ermine.
She wakes the morning
with the arthritis whine of engines
burr of snow blowers
rhythmic scrape of shovels
her afternoons echo with giggles and shrieks
of angels and snowmen.
Winter stays with winds of moaning
blizzards of banging, knocking, sometimes pulling
the plug on the lights
while we grope for flashlights
candles, sleeping bags, and comforters.
She lingers with the smell
of wood-fire smoke
and fresh stiff laundry
on wooden driers
pulled from the frozen porch.
She sings the swish of blades on ice
the crash of the puck against the boards
the cheers of toboggan hill kids
on a snow day.
Winter leaves reluctantly
in icicle drips and shrinking snowbanks
that rot in the sun’s
strengthening warmth, lengthening stare.
Even her May tantrum can’t keep
hairy crocus from peering
green-speared, purple and patient
through a crystal hole.
Water trickles in rivulets
below cellophane ice.
Across frost-furred fields
a meadowlark’s song is obbligato
counterpoint to choirs of crows and robins
serenading the sunrise.
© by Violet Nesdoly.
Used here with permission.
Violet Nesdoly lives near Vancouver, British Columbia. When she's not working on various writing projects, she enjoys making art, reading, and walking local nature trails with her husband, camera in hand. Violet is the author of two poetry collections and two novels; her poems have appeared in anthologies and a variety of print and online publications. Learn more about Violet at violetnesdoly.com.
Thank you for these lovely and insightful comments... so heartwarming on a winter day in January! 0X0X
Posted 01/06/2021 08:14 AM
Very appealing and exuberant use of personification!
Posted 01/05/2021 04:56 PM
Beautiful poem. Brings winter alive for us.
Posted 01/05/2021 03:45 PM
This is on the level with Robert Frost's poetry.Charming and picturesque and relatable. Chock full of what was and what still is to be seen. Marilyn Huntman Giese
Posted 01/05/2021 02:32 PM
I love the wonderful imagery. What an ode to winter, slowly being eclipsed by Spring.
It snowed in Connecticut on May 9, 2020, so I know what she means.
Posted 01/05/2021 12:39 PM
Even a winter-phobe like me appreciates many of the images in this poem.
Posted 01/05/2021 10:59 AM
This poet certainly is adept in placing her readers in the action. Nicely done, Violet.
Posted 01/05/2021 10:44 AM
Who could complain about "winks a million diamonds from plump satin cushions"?
Posted 01/05/2021 10:13 AM
So many work pictures dancing in my head after reading this. Spectacular ..agree with all Sharon's picks below
have to add....fresh stiff laundry to the list. That absolutely marks our ages - he! Even my children have no idea what that was like.... Thanks for a great poem.
Posted 01/05/2021 09:00 AM
I will check "obbligato" which was contrapuntal.
Posted 01/05/2021 08:58 AM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love this picturesque poem packed with unique images. Among my favorites: winks a million diamonds from plump satin cushions, arthritis whine of engines, winds of moaning, blizzards of banging, cellophane ice,
Posted 01/05/2021 08:02 AM
Violet ~ You?ve so aptly captured winter?s mesmerizing cycle. Bravo!
Posted 01/05/2021 08:01 AM
A very positive view of winter presented in this poem. The coin of this season also has another side, but today I'll take comfort in these images.
Posted 01/05/2021 06:48 AM