Sidewalk Story (Alison Luterman Poems)
The afternoon had a flu-like quality, gray and threatening to burst into tears at any moment, but I held it ...
Poems about ski (15 Poems)
Three Songs At The End Of Summer (Jane Kenyon Poems)
A second crop of hay lies cutand turned. Five gleaming crowssearch and peck between the rows.They make a low, companionable ...
Floating (Kenneth Rexroth Poems)
Our canoe idles in the idling currentOf the tree and vine and rush enclosedBackwater of a torpid midwestern stream;Revolves slowly, ...
En Sang (Johan Vibe Poems)
Den, Skaberen ski(Johan Vibe)
Nils Finn (Bjornstjerne Bjornson Poems)
Now little Nils Finn had away to go;The skis were too loose at both heel and toe. —"That's too bad!" ...
Winter Pleasures (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I hateTo skate.SkiNot for me.LugeingI do not find amusing.I would go a long wayRather than sleigh.I will construct an abominable ...
For an Earth-Landing (Erica Jong Poem)
the sky sinks its blue teeth into the mountains. Rising on pure will (the lurch & lift-off, the sudden swing ...
The Smell of Anticipation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Watching the weather checking the gear loading the car for the ski trip nothing to fear Down in the shop ...
Messages in the Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A quiet cold woods, crunch of ice and snow under the snowshoes, hear the ski pole pierce the skin of ...
Snow in the Trees (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
High up at the top of the chairlift at the summit of the mountain, the trees were coated, as with ...
Meticulous (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
Presentable (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I saw you before You were "presentable" White chest hair, almost clear Open mouth, broken tooth Eyes at half-mast Like ...
It seldom snowed – Part III (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful seasons crystal white on average ...
Enthusiasm (Charles Webb Poems)
"Don't overdo it," Dad yelled, watching me Play shortstop, collect stamps and shells, Roll on the grass laughing until I ...
Messy Room (Shel Silverstein Poems)
Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the ...