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50 Winter Poems for Adults and Kids

Winter is Poetry

Winter is Poetry

Here are fifty poems about winter, including haikus, snow poems, poems for kids, poetry videos, teaching resources, songs, graphics, and photos.

"Winter Poems" are a favorite search topic on the Internet. Every year, there are tens of thousands of searches for winter poems and snow poetry. Who can explain this high demand?

Perhaps it's just the cold pushing people indoors, seeking some explanation for it all by a warm fireplace. Don't know. But what I do know is that the most popular poem in America is Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. A rare video of Robert Frost reading this beloved poem is in this collection.

Table of Contents

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Winter Haiku

Winter Season Poem

Famous Winter Poems

Snow Poems

Robert Frost Reading Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Poems for Kids

Narrative Poem for Kids

Winter Poems for Very Young Children and Kindergarten


Songs about Winter

Teacher Resources

Yes, you are going to find winter poems on this page. But first, consider writing a winter poem yourself! Writing a Haiku is an easy way to start.

Winter Haiku

Winter Haiku

Haiku About Winter

The Haiku is the easiest poetic form to begin with, and you don't have to be an accomplished poet to write one.

The Haiku is a classical poem from the Japanese tradition that uses syllables instead of poetic meters. Every Japanese Haiku is about a season of the year, either mentioned directly or by inference.

The Japanese word, kigo, means season word. The word snow, for instance, implies winter without using the word. Thus, part of the intrigue of the Japanese Haiku is in determining the season for the poem. An "a-ha" moment, if you will.

Here is an English translation of a classical Haiku from the 17th-century Japanese poet, Ikenishi Gonsui:

Bitter Winter Wind

by Ikenishi Gonsui

Bitter winter wind
ends there –
sound of the sea

In modern times, and in the English language, the traditional Haiku poem consists of three lines, as follows:

5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables

There is seldom any attempt at rhyming, so even the novice is off-the-hook in that regard. Writing spontaneous Haikus is a great party game idea, too, if you ever get tired of playing Charades. Keep this in mind if you are snowed in and the roads are closed. It's a great game for kids and grownups.

Winter Poem Picture

Winter Poem Picture

Famous Winter Haiku

Matsuo Basho (1644 - 1694) is considered the greatest Japanese haiku poet. Here are four of his most-loved winter haiku poems:

Winter Solitude

by Matsuo Basho

Winter solitude –
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.

Winter Garden

by Matsuo Basho

Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.

First Winter Rain

by Matsuo Basho

First winter rain –
even the monkey
seems to want a raincoat.

When the Winter Chrysanthemums Go

by Matsuo Basho

When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes.

Roses in Winter

Roses in Winter

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Snow Poems

Want to read modern Haikus about winter? Here are two new snow poems.

Roses in Winter

by Writer Fox

Winter roses wait,
under white shroud of snowfall,
for resurrection.

Snow Trees

Snow Trees

Cloud Dust

by Writer Fox

Clouds shake white dust down –
All the trees turned to snowmen,
The eyes made of ice.

Writing a Winter Haiku is easy. Give it a try to post your original Haiku in the comment section below.



Winter Season Poem

A winter poem reflects the dreary season and often invokes contemplation. For those searching for this kind of winter poem, I wrote this one for you. Just as winter itself is the culmination of four seasons, this poem begins with spring and takes you on the journey to the depths of winter.

Clearly Chaos

by Writer Fox

Immigrant season, empty hands
looking for work,
finding promise in pockets of dust,
bringing back the birds,
competitive as pretty sisters
bickering in birdsong, speaking of seeds.
Spring, wetting itself,
wipes muddy feet at the door
then passes through without notice.

Insatiable season, Summer
smothering like a jealous wife,
top-heavy with tomatoes.
Her kitchen ovens turned on high
send you out to the porch,
rocking a breeze to the scribble of squirrels
on the green-smell of grass
until nightfall
when you can sneak away from her.

Hooligan season, Autumn
attacks splashing red paint, always outside of the lines.
Teenage-tantrum of seasons
full of himself, spitting ice on the roses,
flaying the branches of trees,
ending in sepia, like old photographs
fading brown-on-brown
thrown down in a mess in a hurry to finish

before Winter moves in
acting like he owns the place.
Relentless season, Winter-
curfew clearing the streets,
sending everyone home before dark.
It is clearly chaos.
But if, one year, the earth stalled in its
tedious turning, catching its skirt on the cusp,
refusing the winding to Winter,
would we not scream at the sky?
Would we not beg it for snow?
It is not that we want it;
but it is what we know.

' Winter-curfew clearing the streets'

' Winter-curfew clearing the streets'



Famous Winter Poems


by John Updike

The days are short
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor
And parkas pile up
Near the door.
The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees' black lace
The sky is low.
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day.


by E. E. Cummings (excerpt from Viva)

The snow doesn't give a soft white damn
whom it touches.

Charles Simic

Charles Simic

Deer Taking Shelter in Winter

Deer Taking Shelter in Winter

Against Winter

by Charles Simic

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 wool
Till they came after you with huge shears.
Flies hovered over open mouth,
Then they, too, flew off like the leaves,
The bare branches reached after them in vain.

Winter coming. Like the last heroic soldier
Of a defeated army, you'll stay at your post,
Head bared to the first snow flake.
Till a neighbor comes to yell at you,
You're crazier than the weather, Charlie.

On Winter's Margin

by Mary Oliver

On winter's margin, see the small birds now
With half-forged memories come flocking home
To gardens famous for their charity.
The green globe's broken; vines like tangled veins
Hang at the entrance to the silent wood.

With half a loaf, I am the prince of crumbs;
By snow's down, the birds amassed will sing
Like children for their sire to walk abroad!
But what I love, is the gray stubborn hawk
Who floats alone beyond the frozen vines;
And what I dream of are the patient deer
Who stand on legs like reeds and drink that wind; –

They are what saves the world: who choose to grow
Thin to a starting point beyond this squalor.

Winter Trees

Winter Trees

Winter Poems by William Carlos Williams

Approach Of Winter

by William Carlos Williams

The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall
where the salvias, hard carmine –
like no leaf that ever was –
edge the bare garden.

Winter Trees

by William Carlos Williams

All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the dis-attiring 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.

Man at Winter Stove

Man at Winter Stove

Those Winter Sundays

by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?

Excerpt from Collected Poems of Robert Hayden, edited by Frederick Glaysher.

Snow Storm

Snow Storm

Snow Poems

The Snow-Storm

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and, at the gate,
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.

A Clear Winter's Day

A Clear Winter's Day

The Snow Man

by Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.


Robert Frost Reading Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Watch the rare video of Robert Frost (1874 – 1963) reading America's favorite winter poem. The poem text is below the video.

Woods on a Snowy Evening

Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Winter Sunset

Winter Sunset

Winter Poems for Kids

This special section is for children's poems about winter. Also, be sure to see spring poems for kids.

This poem is a classic favorite and one that delights children all over the world.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.

Winter Story Books

Winter Story Books

Here is another winter poem favorite for children by Stevenson.

Picture-Books in Winter

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Summer fading, winter comes
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.

Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.

All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children's eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.

We may see how all things are
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies' looks,
In the picture story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?



The Sky is Low, The Clouds Are Mean

by Emily Dickinson

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

Winter Garden

Winter Garden

These children's poems are from the beloved author of the Anne of Green Gables series:

The Garden in Winter

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Frosty-white and cold it lies
Underneath the fretful skies;
Snowflakes flutter where the red
Banners of the poppies spread,
And the drifts are wide and deep
Where the lilies fell asleep.

But the sunsets o'er it throw
Flame-like splendor, lucent glow,
And the moonshine makes it gleam
Like a wonderland of dream,
And the sharp winds all the day
Pipe and whistle shrilly gay.

Safe beneath the snowdrifts lie
Rainbow buds of by-and-by;
In the long, sweet days of spring
Music of bluebells shall ring,
And its faintly golden cup
Many a primrose will hold up.

Though the winds are keen and chill
Roses' hearts are beating still,
And the garden tranquilly
Dreams of happy hours to be –
In the summer days of blue
All its dreamings will come true.

A Winter Dawn

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Above the marge of night a star still shines,
And on the frosty hills the somber pines
Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth low
Over the glimmering wastes of virgin snow.

Through the pale arch of orient the morn
Comes in a milk-white splendor newly-born,
A sword of crimson cuts in twain the gray
Banners of shadow hosts, and lo, the day!

Blue Jay in the Snow

Blue Jay in the Snow

Robin in the Snow

Robin in the Snow

More Winter Poems for Children

Winter Song

by Katherine Mansfield

Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Will the Summer come again?
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
Though they run with might and main.
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.

Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Will the Winter never go?
What do beggar children do
With no fire to cuddle to,
P'rhaps with nowhere warm to go?
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.

Hail and ice, and ice and hail,
Water frozen in the pail.
See the robins, brown and red,
They are waiting to be fed.
Poor dears, battling in the gale!
Hail and ice, and ice and hail.

Winter Jack Frost

Winter Jack Frost

Jack Frost Poems

Jack Frost

by Gabriel Setoun (Thomas Nicoll Hepburn)

The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.

He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But penciled o'er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke.

And now you cannot see the hills
Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane;
But there are fairer things than these
His fingers traced on every pane.

Rocks and castles towering high;
Hills and dales, and streams and fields;
And knights in armor riding by,
With nodding plumes and shining shields.

And here are little boats, and there
Big ships with sails spread to the breeze;
And yonder, palm trees waving fair
On islands set in silver seas,

And butterflies with gauzy wings;
And herds of cows and flocks of sheep;
And fruit and flowers and all the things
You see when you are sound asleep.

For, creeping softly underneath
The door when all the lights are out,
Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe,
And knows the things you think about.

He paints them on the window-pane
In fairy lines with frozen steam;
And when you wake you see again
The lovely things you saw in dream.

Jack Frost

by Helen Bayley Davis

Someone painted pictures on my
Windowpane last night –
Willow trees with trailing boughs
And flowers, frosty white,

And lovely crystal butterflies;
But when the morning sun
Touched them with its golden beams,
They vanished one by one.

Winter Eyes Book

Winter Eyes Book

Winter Eyes

by Douglas Florian (Thomas Nicoll Hepburn)

Look at winter
With winter eyes
As smoke curls from rooftops
To clear cobalt skies.

Breathe in winter
Past winter nose:
The sweet scent of black birch
Where velvet moss grows.
Walk through winter
With winter feet
On crackling ice
Or sloshy wet sleet.

Look at winter
With winter eyes:
The rustling of oak leaves
As spring slowly nears.

What I Love About Winter

by Douglas Florian (Thomas Nicoll Hepburn)

Frozen lakes
Hot Pancakes
Lots of snow
Hot cocoa
Skates and skis
Evergreen trees
Funny hats
Sunsets blaze
Snowball fights
Fireplace nights
Chimneys steaming
Winter dreaming.

These poems are excerpts from Florian's book of children's poems, Winter Eyes.

Winter Tree

Winter Tree

Talking in Their Sleep

by Edith M. Thomas

"You think I am dead,"
The apple tree said,
"Because I have never a leaf to show –
Because I stoop,
And my branches droop,
And the dull gray mosses over me grow!

"But I'm still alive in trunk and shoot;
The buds of next May
I fold away –
But I pity the withered grass at my root."

"You think I am dead,"
The quick grass said,
"Because I have parted with stem and blade!
But under the ground,
I am safe and sound
With the snow's thick blanket over me laid.

"I'm all alive, and ready to shoot,
Should the spring of the year
Come dancing here –
But I pity the flower without branch or root."

"You think I am dead,"
A soft voice said,
"Because not a branch or root I own.
I never have died, but close I hide
In a plumy seed that the wind has sown.

"Patient I wait through the long winter hours;
You will see me again –
I shall laugh at you then,
Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers."

Trees in Winter

Trees in Winter

Winter Trees

by William Carlos Williams

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.


Narrative Winter Poem for Kids

Watch the legendary singer Johnny Cash (1932 – 2003) read the Pulitzer Prize winner's poem, Ballad of the Harp-weaver by Edna St. Vincent Millay. The text of this brilliant winter poem follows, below the video.

The Ballad of the Harp Weaver Book

The Ballad of the Harp Weaver Book

The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver

The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Son," said my mother,
When I was knee-high,
"You've need of clothes to cover you,
And not a rag have I.

"There's nothing in the house
To make a boy breeches,
Nor shears to cut a cloth with
Nor thread to take stitches.

"There's nothing in the house
But a loaf-end of rye,
And a harp with a woman's head
Nobody will buy,"
And she began to cry.

That was in the early fall.
When came the late fall,
"Son," she said, "the sight of you
Makes your mother's blood crawl, –

"Little skinny shoulder-blades
Sticking through your clothes!
And where you'll get a jacket from
God above knows.

"It's lucky for me, lad,
Your daddy's in the ground,
And can't see the way I let
His son go around!"
And she made a queer sound.

That was in the late fall.
When the winter came,
I'd not a pair of breeches
Nor a shirt to my name.

I couldn't go to school,
Or out of doors to play.
And all the other little boys
Passed our way.

"Son," said my mother,
"Come, climb into my lap,
And I'll chafe your little bones
While you take a nap."

And, oh, but we were silly
For half an hour or more,
Me with my long legs
Dragging on the floor,

To a mother-goose rhyme!
Oh, but we were happy
For half an hour's time!

But there was I, a great boy,
And what would folks say
To hear my mother singing me
To sleep all day,
In such a daft way?

Men say the winter
Was bad that year;
Fuel was scarce,
And food was dear.

A wind with a wolf's head
Howled about our door,
And we burned up the chairs
And sat upon the floor.

All that was left us
Was a chair we couldn't break,
And the harp with a woman's head
Nobody would take,
For song or pity's sake.

The night before Christmas
I cried with the cold,
I cried myself to sleep
Like a two-year-old.

And in the deep night
I felt my mother rise,
And stare down upon me
With love in her eyes.

I saw my mother sitting
On the one good chair,
A light falling on her
From I couldn't tell where,

Looking nineteen,
And not a day older,
And the harp with a woman's head
Leaned against her shoulder.

Her thin fingers, moving
In the thin, tall strings,
Were weav-weav-weaving
Wonderful things.

Many bright threads,
From where I couldn't see,
Were running through the harp-strings

And gold threads whistling
Through my mother's hand.
I saw the web grow,
And the pattern expand.

She wove a child's jacket,
And when it was done
She laid it on the floor
And wove another one.

She wove a red cloak
So regal to see,
"She's made it for a king's son,"
I said, "and not for me."
But I knew it was for me.

She wove a pair of breeches
Quicker than that!
She wove a pair of boots
And a little cocked hat.

She wove a pair of mittens,
She wove a little blouse,
She wove all night
In the still, cold house.

She sang as she worked,
And the harp-strings spoke;
Her voice never faltered,
And the thread never broke.
And when I awoke, –

There sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder
Looking nineteen
And not a day older,

A smile about her lips,
And a light about her head,
And her hands in the harp-strings
Frozen dead.

And piled up beside her
And toppling to the skies,
Were the clothes of a king's son,
Just my size.

Winter Child

Winter Child

Winter Poems for Very Young Children and Kindergarten

Winter Morning Poem

by Ogden Nash

Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning tree stumps into snow men,
And houses into birthday cakes,
And spreading sugar over lakes.

Smooth and clean and frosty white,
The world looks good enough to bite.
That's the season to be young
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.

Snow is snowy when it's snowing
I'm sorry it's slushy when it's going.

Galoshes in the Snow

Galoshes in the Snow

Poems about Snow


by Eunice Tietjens

The snow is soft,
and how it squashes!

"Galumph, galumph!"
go my galoshes.

Susie's Galoshes

by Rhoda W. Bacmeister

Make splishes and sploshes
And slooshes and sloshes,
As Susie steps slowly
Along in the slush.

They stamp and they tramp
On the ice and concrete,
They get stuck in the muck and the mud;

But Susie likes most best to hear
The slippery slush
As it slooshes and sloshes
And splishes and sploshes
All round her galoshes!

Little Child in Snow

Little Child in Snow


by Rhoda W. Bacmeister

I slip and I slide
On the slippery ice;
I skid and I glide –
Oh, isn't it nice
To lie on our tummy
And slither and skim
On the slick crust of snow
Where you skid as you swim?

Kids and Snowman

Kids and Snowman

Snow Day

by Writer Fox

Snow on the mountain tops,
Snow on the trees,
Snow everywhere I walk,
Way up to my knees.

Scoop the snow up with your hand
And roll into a ball.
We can make a fine snow man
Standing white and tall.

What a fine December day
With all the snow I see,
I want to go outside to play
When winter visits me.

William Shakespeare's Winter Poem

William Shakespeare's Winter Poem

Shakespeare Winter Poems

William Shakespeare wrote his classic winter poem at the end of the play, Love's Labour's Lost, published in the year 1598. It was first presented in December, 1597, before the reigning Queen Elizabeth.

Listen to the poem read by an experienced Shakespearean actress in the video below. The poem text is also displayed, line by line, in the video and printed below.

William Shakespeare's Winter Poem

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Winter Poems by William Shakespeare

Winter Poem

by William Shakespeare

When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who! Tu-whit! Tu-who! – a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind do blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-who! Tu-whit! Tu-who! – a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

Winter - Sonnet 97

by William Shakespeare

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness every where!
And yet this time removed was summer's time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widowed wombs after their lords' decease.
Yet this abundant issue seemed to me
But hope of orphans and un-fathered fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute.
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

by William Shakespeare (from the play As You Like It)

Blow, blow, thou winter wind.
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! Sing, Heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then Heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, Heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then Heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind by Sir John Everett Millais (1892)

Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind by Sir John Everett Millais (1892)

Sonnet 73

by William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.


Songs about Winter

Watch Gordon Lightfoot singing his popular winter song: Song for a Winter's Night in a live, concert performance.

The poem lyrics follow the video.

Song for a Winter's Night by Gordon Lightfoot

Song for a Winter's Night Lyrics

Song for a Winter's Night Lyrics

Let it Snow

This is the most popular winter song in America and this video has been played over 1,680,000 times on YouTube!

The poem lyrics follow the video.

Let it Snow by Jule Styne

Let it Snow! Lyrics

Let it Snow! Lyrics


Teacher Resources

Elementary school children in the fifth grade read winter poems they have written. Some of the kids' winter haikus are transcribed below the video.

Winter Haikus Written by Kids

Snowflakes Gently Fall

by Jillie Gretzinger

Snowflakes gently fall

Snow sparkles and shines

Better get your skis ready!

On the Chairlift

by Alivia Cavitt

On the chairlift,

Winter breeze in my face,

Snow filling the seat

I Duck

by Kyle Kozlowski

I duck

I get hit

Snowballs fly

Bed is Warm

by Christian Donold

Bed is warm

Green pines are nice

Snow is on the trees

Steep Hills

by Tilly Musser

Steep hills

Sledding fast

Wind blowing in my face

Big Steps

by Tilly Musser

Big steps

Deep snow

Cozy boots

Teaching Adjectives by Writing Haikus

Visit an elementary school classroom and watch a lesson plan in action as students learn about adjectives and develop self-esteem while learning to write their own haiku poems.

High School Students Read Their Original Haikus

Watch high school students read their original haiku poems while the poem text is displayed.


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Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on March 07, 2018:

Thanks Vriti.

Vriti on December 01, 2017:


Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on June 02, 2016:

Hi Top Secret:

I'm glad you appreciated the format and thank you for your feedback!

TOP SECRECT on March 22, 2016:

Thank you for having more than one poem on each page although they were long pages, and took a while to go through. It helps.

payal yadav on February 02, 2016:

good poems about winter very sweet and wonderful

Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on February 06, 2015:

Thank you Peachpurple. This year we are having a very long winter.

peachy from Home Sweet Home on February 03, 2015:

you sure are good at these poems, short and sweet, wonderful for kids

Panorea White from Los Angeles on January 22, 2015:

Yes indeed! Looking forward to a trip to the library with my son. Thanks again!

Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on January 22, 2015:

Hi Panorea,

I hope you found many poems here for you and your kids to enjoy this winter.

Panorea White from Los Angeles on January 21, 2015:

Thank you for sharing your wonderful collection of favorites! I really enjoyed them!

Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on January 20, 2015:

Hi Patricia,

This is my personal collection and I really posted it here to use as a reference. So many, many people have found this and teachers seem to like the variety of poems. Thank you so much for sharing and tweeting!

Hi Susie: I'm so glad you found a poem here that you like. In March, try my collection of Spring poems.

Susie Lehto from Minnesota on January 20, 2015:

This is a beautiful hub. It had to take a massive amount to work on your part. I love that poem where the trees turned into snowmen. This is a feast for avid readers.

Patricia Scott from North Central Florida on January 20, 2015:

You certainly have done your homework..collecting so many memorable poems (not just ) for kids. We used to have many poems on a topic suggested by teachers to give us food for thought for our writing

Sharing voting up+++ g+ tweeted

Angels are on the way to you this evening ps

Nikita Bogati on January 08, 2015:

those poems are really beautiful when i read i feel i was in same poem its really nice i am very thank full to the person who wrote these poem keep it up!

Marcy Goodfleisch from Planet Earth on January 08, 2015:

Love these - they're making me feel better about the cold weather. Well, almost better!

Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on March 02, 2014:

Dear Ty:

Those are wonderful poems and thank you so much for posting them here. You are very talented and I hope you will continue to write poetry!

Ty on March 01, 2014:


I can't wait for Spring

See the flowers opening

Beauty to reveal

Is it good or not?

Ty on March 01, 2014:

I am 10 and am Thai. Here is my Winter Haiku


Weather is so cold

We need to stay in our homes

Jackets are needed.

Hope you like it. Thank You.

Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on December 07, 2013:

Hi Moonlake: Thank you so much for your feedback. This collection contains some of the most famous winter poems.

moonlake from America on December 07, 2013:

Loved your poems and all you picture go so well with the poems. Voted up.

Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on December 03, 2013:

Thank you, Qwert, for taking the time to comment. I appreciate your feedback!

qwert on December 03, 2013:

i love this great

Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on November 27, 2013:

I'm glad you enjoy these winter poems in India, Ashu. I hope you'll share the link to this collection of poetry.

ASHU on November 27, 2013:

I like very much the poems and reallly one think I loves poems very much

Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on June 29, 2013:

Hi Theresa! What a gracious comment! I do appreciate your articles and, of course, your poetry as well. Many people don't realize just how many poems have been written about winter - far more than about spring!

Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on June 29, 2013:

Hello Audrey. Thank you for your comment. Even though it's not winter where you live, the season has just begun in the Southern Hemisphere!

Writer Fox (author) from the wadi near the little river on June 29, 2013:

Hello Molly, What a delightful surprise to know you visited this collection. I feel fortunate to have found your recording on YouTube and the music you wrote for Shakespeare's 'Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind.' Your voice captures the exquisite words. I appreciate your taking the time to comment here.

Theresa Ast from Atlanta, Georgia on June 28, 2013:

You have outdone yourself! And all the rest of us as well ... this is like ten hubs in one. An amazing array of poetry and poetic styles and so many strikingly beautiful, elegant, stark, consumatly wintery paintings.

I will have to return to this several times to absorb it all. Quite a wonderful subject to explore right now ... you took me away from the heat and humidity around me. Great Hub. Sharing, of course. Theresa

Audrey Howitt from California on June 28, 2013:

What a wonderful collection of poems--I love seasonal poetry! Sharing!! And it is good to meet you!

Molly Bauckham on June 28, 2013:

Thank you so much for featuring my setting of "Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind" in your lovely post!

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