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Lines On Observing A Blossom On The First Of February, 1796 - by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

{ Poem }

Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem
Unfoldest timidly, (for in strange sort
This dark, frieze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering month
Hath borrowed Zephyr’s voice, and gazed upon thee
With blue voluptuous eye) alas poor flower!

Winter-Time - by Robert Louis Stevenson

{ Poem }

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

midwinter - by Julie Johnstone

{ Poem }

a thread of light

Malcolm MacKerral - by Angus Martin

{ Poem }

MacKerral, that was one hard winter.
Your father died on the moor road,
his bag of meal buried under snows.
Death relieved him of his load.

Before the ice is in the pools - by Emily Dickinson

{ Poem }

Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!

Strathconon - by Ian A. Olson

{ Poem }

When you took the autumn to London
/ And left me to burrow into winter
/ I said they could pack up Strathconon
/ Box up…

The night is darkening round me - by Emily Bronte

{ Poem }

The night is darkening round me,
/ The wild winds coldly blow;
/ But a tyrant spell has bound me,
/ And I cannot, cannot go.
/
/ The…

In the Mid-Midwinter - by Liz Lochhead

{ Poem }

the light comes back
the light always comes back

This Is It - by William Letford

{ Poem }

Skint, baw ragged, poackets ful eh ma
/ fingers, cannae afford tae burn toast an
/ it’s November. Christmas is close. Av been
/ away bit…

The Darkling Thrush - by Thomas Hardy

{ Poem }

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited

Winter in the World - by William Letford

{ Poem }

The old lady struggles, footsteps careful, leaving shuffle marks in the snow.
/ No shopping bag, so maybe it’s church, and maybe…

Stony Vision - by Alan Bold

{ Poem }

On the hillside where they come to cut trees
/ To keep warm through overcast winter days
/ He saw a stone on a…

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