Posts Tagged ‘frost’



Leaves torched with colors

of flaming scarlet and gold

wear frosty white wraps

3/14/90 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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       MARCH’S TANTRUMS     




March has

    nasty tantrums

       with frost nipping the heels

            of April’s plan for warm days and

                new growth.



9/5/01             Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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What does January do?



January shares her nightmares,

so the clouds sometimes weep

in her long winter sleep.

She torments everything she dares,

with crystal sleet and snows,

as her cruel north wind blows,

with frost etchings that winter wears..


9/3//01      Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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A Haiku for north’s bitter winter




North’s bitter cold breath


     frost-feathers etch window panes


          earth sleeps in cold robes



8/28/01             Phyllis VanVleck

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If I could journey back in time

To Christmas of my past,

I’d gather up the happiness

And hold it very fast.


We didn’t have a lot back then,

But we were unaware

That others had more than us,

For we had much to share.


Each Christmas was a busy time

With many things to do,

And I look back in fondness,

Remembering just a few:


Making stars and paper chains

To compliment our tree,

Checking out our window panes

For frost etched tracery,


Hanging bread and suet balls

On branches that were bare,

Watching snowflakes coat the trees

As birds sought shelter there,


Running out,, all bundled up,

Enjoying winter’s gifts,

Snow-angels made by each of us,

And sliding down big drifts.


We’d all go in, after fun,

And have a special treat –

Hot cocoa near the old wood stove,

While warming hands and feet.


Beautiful carols filled the air,

Prompting us to sing.

There were gifts in colored tissue,

Tied with cotton string.


Mama’s words as she kissed us

And hugged us very tight,

“You’ve all been such good children,

Santa will come tonight.”


Then snuggling down under quilts,

Listening for Santa’s sleigh,

And drifting off in dream-filled sleep

‘Til early Christmas day.


Awaking to threadbare stockings,

Stirring children’s joy …

Filled with oranges, candy, and nuts,

And a small ten-cent toy.


Under the tree, for Sis and I,

Were dolls that Mama dressed.

Each piece of clothing sewn by hand,

Then each piece neatly pressed.


Big brother received a nice game

And strings for his guitar.

Little brother got marbles

And a cast iron car.


We could ask for no improvement

Of such heart-warming joy,

For we were more than satisfied

With candy and a toy.


If I could paint such memories

To help make them last,

I’d view them with a little smile

Each time that I walked past.



12/18/89      Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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A Haiku for the light snows we are getting.




Muted earth colors


     wearing frosty ermine robes


          after a snowfall



3/18/90          Phyllis VanVleck

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