The winter chill is here
I feel it on my ears
My hands like ice
Soft wool feels nice
My fleecy jacket keeps me toasty
My cheeks are growing rosy
I look like a pink teddy bear
I feel warm so I don’t care
Image created by Gemma Creegan
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winter by Michael Buckingham Gray
Leave a commentis written
on the calendar.
but then I walk
past my daughter’s
old school,
knees clicking.
poking its head
out of the soil
is a paper daisy, saying,
spring,
spring has sprung.
Photo from Pexels by Stuart Robinson
How Cold Is Cold? by James Aitchison
Leave a commentIt’s when the snow is all around,
and leaves slide silent to the ground.
It’s when the river turns to ice
and skating on it might be nice.
It’s when the soup is brimming warm
and outside stays the storm.
It’s when the birds cease their choir
and your feet are by the fire.
Photo in Bavaria, Germany, by Ginette Pestana
Winter In The Bush by James Aitchison
Leave a commentThe trees are stark and bare in winter,
Mist curls around their feet.
The brooks are running fast and pooling deeply
Where the waters meet.
The sleepy twilight sends the day to flight,
And the bush slides into night.
Winter’s chill seeps down into the gorges,
And all is lost to sight.
Mountain ridges smudge the distance
In the cold grey light.
But soon enough the bush will wake to spring,
And the bellbirds’ chimes will ring.
Image from Pexels by Warren Griffiths
The Creeping Cold by Toni Newell
Leave a commentWinter is upon us
It gets colder every day
I need a jacket on
To keep the cold away.
My warm pyjamas and
An extra blanket on the bed
A flannel pillow slip
Where I will rest my head.
Shorts become trousers
Thongs are put away
Tee shirts turn to jumpers
To keep the cold at bay.
Milk becomes hot chocolate
Salads become roast
And cereal is replaced
With honey on hot toast.
Trees are shedding leaves
In hibernation mode
Preparing for the winter
When growth is slowed.
Yes, winter is upon us
But is followed by the Spring
Warmth again is promised
A seasonal offering.
Photo from Pexels by Peter Frese
Mountain Morning by James Aitchison
Leave a commentThe morning mist lingers,
doesn’t want to go.
The air crackles,
overnight was zero.
I’ve stoked the fire,
boiled the tea,
a long cold day
awaits me.
Sneezin’ Season by James Aitchison
Leave a commentHave you ever heard a kangaroo
Go ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo?
Have you ever seen a koala
Wearing a balaclava?
Cold kookaburras like to laugh,
But have you ever seen one wearing a scarf?
Owls make hoots
But don’t wear boots,
And as for wombats,
They don’t need hats.
So how come you and I will sneeze,
In the midst of winter’s icy freeze?
Winter Sea by Julie Cahill
Leave a commentThe sea where we live reflects winter sky
It’s beauty abounds but we don’t question why
We just build it up with our ‘oohs’ and our ‘ahhs’
We write out our feelings sitting warm in our cars
We don’t critisize as we watch the waves soar
We don’t harshly judge or give each wave a score
The beauty you see is untamed, therefore true
And we don’t mind it’s colour as green, black, or blue.
In response to Winter Waves prompt
Winter: A Child’s Guide by Monty Edwards
Leave a commentWinter: A Child’s Guide
When the wind howls through the trees;
When you fear your feet will freeze;
When dark clouds obscure the sun;
Know that winter has begun.
Now’ s the time the days seem short;
Now a cold can soon be caught;
Now more frequent rain will fall;
It’s just winter – that is all.
Thunderstorms may come and go;
On high mountains there’ll be snow;
Frost may form upon the grass:
This is winter. It will pass.
Winter’s time for active play.
Grab your gear without delay!
Put your boots on! Join your team!
Soon much warmer it will seem!
If you’d rather play inside,
Indoor games wait to be tried.
With your family or a friend,
Boredom soon will quickly end.
Start a hobby and collect.
Fix a toy that someone wrecked.
Solve a puzzle. Draw or paint.
Clean your room. Your Mum will faint!
Drink hot chocolate by the fire.
Read an author you admire.
Whether you’re a girl or boy,
Don’t miss out on winter joy!
Monty Edwards
Monty Said: My aim in the poem was to help children think positively about winter, since despite its drawbacks and discomforts, these are temporary and the season still offers many opportunities for real enjoyment.
Australian Children’s Poetry 