1. Alms - written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Read 4750 times on American Poems.

My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go;
But it is winter with your love,
The sashes are beset with snow.

I light the lamp and lay the cloth,
I blow the coals to blaze again;
But it is winter with your love,
The frost is... (Read full poem)

Winter under cultivation
Is as arable as Spring.(Read full poem)

3. Winter Milk - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel. Published in 1922. Read 1669 times on American Poems.

THE MILK drops on your chin, Helga,
Must not interfere with the cranberry red of your cheeks
Nor the sky winter blue of your eyes.
Let your mammy keep hands off the chin.
This is a high holy spatter of white on the reds and blues.
  
Before the... (Read full poem)

My mouth hovers across your breasts
in the short grey winter afternoon
in this bed we are delicate
and touch so hot with joy we amaze ourselves
tough and delicate we play rings
around each other our daytime candle burns
with its peculiar light... (Read full poem)

5. Winter Trees - written by William Carlos Williams
From Sour Grapes: A Book of Poems. Published in 1921. Read 6353 times on American Poems.

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.(Read full poem)

Nature, when she made thee, dear,
Begged the treasures of the year.
For thy cheeks, all pink and white,
Spring gave apple blossoms light;
Summer, for thy matchless eyes,
Gave the azure of her skies;
Autumn spun her gold and red
In a mass of... (Read full poem)

7. A Winter Eden - written by Robert Frost
From West-Running Brook. Published in 1928. Read 7933 times on American Poems.

A winter garden in an alder swamp,
Where conies now come out to sun and romp,
As near a paradise as it can be
And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.

It lifts existence on a plane of snow
One level higher than the earth below,
One level nearer... (Read full poem)

'Twas here my summer paused
What ripeness after then
To other scene or other soul
My sentence had begun.

To winter to remove
With winter to abide
Go manacle your icicle
Against your Tropic Bride.(Read full poem)

9. Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1222 times on American Poems.

Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World --

Generic as a Quarry
And hearty -- as a Rose --
Invited with Asperity
But welcome when he goes.(Read full poem)

Winter uses all the blues there are.
One shade of blue for water, one for ice,
Another blue for shadows over snow.
The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice-
Both different blues. And hills row after row
Are colored blue according to how... (Read full poem)

11. Cadenza - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel. Published in 1922. Read 1982 times on American Poems.

THE KNEES
  of this proud woman
are bone.
  
The elbows
  of this proud woman
are bone.
  
The summer-white stars
  and the winter-white stars
never stop circling
  around this proud woman.
  
The bones
  of this proud woman
answer the vibrations... (Read full poem)

Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.

Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look,
And sportsman is... (Read full poem)

13. The Hunters in the Snow - written by William Carlos Williams
Read 7355 times on American Poems.

1962 

The over-all picture is winter 
icy mountains 
in the background the return 

from the hunt it is toward evening 
from the left 
sturdy hunters lead in 

their pack the inn-sign 
hanging from 
a broken hinge is a stag a crucifix 

between his... (Read full poem)

The truth is dark under your eyelids.
What are you going to do about it?
The birds are silent; there's no one to ask.
All day long you'll squint at the gray sky.
When the wind blows you'll shiver like straw.

A meek little lamb you grew your... (Read full poem)

15. Good Hours - written by Robert Frost
From North of Boston. Published in 1914. Read 8194 times on American Poems.

I had for my winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of... (Read full poem)

The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned.
Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone.
The last of them now bank the house or have been burned.
None are left upon the trees or on the lawn.

Green and tall as ever it grew in... (Read full poem)

17. Baby Vamps - written by Carl Sandburg
From Smoke and Steel. Published in 1922. Read 2847 times on American Poems.

BABY vamps, is it harder work than it used to be?
Are the new soda parlors worse than the old time saloons?
  Baby vamps, do you have jobs in the day time or is this all you do? do you come out only at night?
In the winter at the skating rinks, in... (Read full poem)

Winter is icummen in, 
Lhude sing Goddamm. 
Raineth drop and staineth slop, 
And how the wind doth ramm! 
Sing: Goddamm. 

Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, 
An ague hath my ham. 
Freezeth river, turneth liver, 
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.... (Read full poem)

19. Invern - written by Ezra Pound
Read 1664 times on American Poems.

Earth's winter cometh
And I being part of all
And sith the spirit of all moveth in me
I must needs bear earth's winter
Drawn cold and grey with hours
And joying in a momentary sun,
Lo I am withered with waiting till my spring cometh!
Or... (Read full poem)

The three men coming down the winter hill
In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds
At heel, through the arrangement of the trees,
Past the five figures at the burning straw,
Returning cold and silent to their town,

Returning to the drifted... (Read full poem)

21. Skating (4) - written by e.e. cummings
Read 10699 times on American Poems.

Spring is past, and Summer's past,
  Autumn's come, and going;
Weather seems as though at last
  We might get some snowing.
Spring was good, and Summer better,
  But the best of all is waiting,-
Madame Winter-don't forget her.-
    O
         You... (Read full poem)

WRITE your wishes
  on the door
  and come in.
  
Stand outside
  in the pools of the harvest moon.
  
Bring in
  the handshake of the pumpkins.
  
There’s a wish
  for every hazel nut?
There’s a hope
  for every corn shock?
There’s a... (Read full poem)

23. Relearning Winter - written by Mark Svenvold
From Soul Data. Published in 1998. Read 421 times on American Poems.

Hello Winter, hello flanneled
blanket of clouds, clouds
fueled by more clouds, hello again.

Hello afternoons, 
off to the west, that silver
of sunset, rust-colored
and gone too soon.

And night (I admit to a short memory)
you climb back in with... (Read full poem)

Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone,
 plunges headlong into that black pond
where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan
 floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind
which hungers to haul the white reflection down.

The austere... (Read full poem)

25. A Lovers' Quarrel - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 1336 times on American Poems.

We two were lovers, the Sea and I;
We plighted our troth ‘neath a summer sky.

And all through the riotous ardent weather
We dreamed, and loved, and rejoiced together.
* * *
At times my lover would rage and storm.
I said: ‘No matter, his... (Read full poem)