Why do we wish for snow

when it’s hot outside?

And when it’s cold and stormy,

we dream about the sun?

So, when you’re sitting on the beach

with the hot sun in your face,

don’t be surprised if you begin to crave snow.



Sitting on a hill.
No houses nearby.
Only the comfort
of a bare tree.
The wind rattles
through my open beams.
Snow drifts in from my roof.
No peace.
Only cold.
And deafening silence.
Will it always be so?
Will the sun shine ever again?
Will horses return to my stables?
I could only wait and hope.


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Collapsing Giants. Greenland. [1080×108] Photo by Daniel Kordan


The mighty now fall,

Who had been so tall.

Melting to the sea,

Where no one can see

The majesty of your height

Or the last breath of your fight.

Please don’t leave us now.

Don’t take your last bow.

The earth will be a sadder place

Without your bright and shiny face.





The snow melts,

leaving trails to the lake.

A cold wind brushes by,

leaving me goosebumps.

Ice hangs from the trees,

leaving clear spider webs.

Snow covers the grass,

leaving footsteps behind.

I depart this cold scene,

leaving my own behind.





Lost and forgotten.

Dripping in snow.

Frozen with ice.

Wheels shivering.

Handlebars sagging.

Until the spring.

Flowers blooming.

Roads clearing.

Water dripping off.

Wheels turning.

Its seat taken.

Out for a ride.


sundxwnGullfoss in Winter Sun by Peter Negatsch


The winter sun is rising.

Releasing its stored energy.

Cracking the frozen ground wide open.

Creating a dark hole.

A hole reaching down

into emptiness.

No lights.

No sounds.

Only nothingness.

The sun feels good

on my face.

The snow feels less cold

and forbidding.

The light is calling me

away from the darkness.

I will listen to it.

I will go toward it.

Away from the gaping hole

and empty dreams.

To the light of a new day.

Good morning world.




I feel so cold.

Ice is forming on my arms.

What is happening to me?

Why are my leaves drying up?


A cold wind just hit me in the face.

I wish I could hide.

But I’m stuck in place.


And waiting.

I think I fell asleep.

For the sun is out.

My ice is melting.

The breeze is now warmer.

It’s brushing the snow

off my cold arms.

My arms feel less heavy.

Soon it will be spring.

Time for celebration.

I can’t wait to see my

green leaves again.

Birds will return to

sit on my arms.

They will build their nests.

Life will be good again.

Only a few short months left.

I will take another snooze.

See you in the spring.