The Beenies' Winter Poem Page
Here we tell by means of verse
How we will avoid the curse
That winter blues will surely cast
As they have in winters past

For gardeners can become so low
When winter fog and even snow
Cast shadows long with little cheer
At this gloomy time of year!

Chris

 Catalog Season
When the summer sun moves away
And the lights outside shine their rays
On end of days, so short and cold
When I feel the creakiness of getting old.
I find myself a cushy seat
Settle in, socks on my feet;
Pen and paper near at hand
And in a basket, besides me stands
Filled with catalogs from far and near
Of garden goodies to bring me cheer;
I plan my next year's garden way
These dreams I weave come what may.
:)
Tina - November 05, 1999
I won't worry about Winter here,
Just concentrate on Spring next year.
Even snow, rain and sleet,
You won't here a complaint or a peep.

It's like having a baby all along,
Wait nine long months to sing God's song.
When at last the miracle appears,
You jump with joy of gleeful cheers.

Tending plants that are inside,
Watching them grow with glourious pride.
When the weather warms and days are long,
Then I'll sing my Springtime song.

So let Old Man Winter send what may,
I'll be cheerful everyday.
Smile all you Beenie's big and wide,
WE have the Gardener's Pride!

(((((((HUGS&LOVE)))))))))))))

Little Raven - November 04, 1999

 It's not passed through yet, winterchill
We still can stem the tide
But it comes this way, so soon, it will
And we cannot run or hide.

Each day the leaves cling to the bough
Begging for more time there
Yet many are grounded, even now
Some glide, falling, upon the air

The catch of breath, upon the cold
Sun pulling farther from the earth
Autumn's vivid reds, green, gold
Turn darker at winter's rebirth

Soon the skeletal deciduous trees
Their forms so hard and dark
In outlined naked panoply
Will look so sculptural, so stark

Shorter days usher in a colder wind
And frost grows on the pane
Such little light, as day begins
Winter knocks on the sky, again

Gdngfool - November 05, 1999 
It's dark by five
And I must say
I do not like
The shorter day.
Night falls too soon,
Too soon for me--
A victim of
That S.A.D.
It slows me down,
It makes me blue,
By day's end
My brain is glue!
The only thing
That keeps me sane
Is knowing spring
Will come again!

Judi z. - November 05, 1999

 Winter doesn't bother me
It doesn't cramp my mood
With hands on hips, I laugh out loud
like Errol Flynn in Robin Hood

Winter brings a pile of snow
better than any toy
to shape & throw & slide upon
It's open country joy

Cabin fever's self imposed
It's really up to you
So bundle up, get off your duff
& do the winter boogaloo

Tamarack - November 05, 1999

Swift notes rise high octaves above
Wind whistling through the small alcove,
A palette filled with rainbow hues
Cup sunlit saucers, winter's ruse.

Like leaves upon pyramidal mound,
I grasp an edge and whirl around
Covered in exasperation
from medley to this ochre-stration!

The earthy orange to magenta state
Blends into yellow and brown, too late.
Sounds of seasons slowing spinning,
It seems always to be winning.

Whirring bucket of foamy white
Blasts of dry heat fill the night,
Winter triples this situation
Of laundry loads, a true vexation.

Not all my clothes are umber brown
Or faded red 'til they spin around.
But out of boredom and experimentation
Winter's clothes are an ochre-stration.

Anne(OH) - November 05, 1999

When winter's cold breath upon the sky
Sucks all the air of heat
Darkness falling from on high
Ever earlier us to greet.

An urge to craft comes over me
It lights and shapes the house
Things soon turn messy, glittery
But since I have no spouse

Tangled beads and shimmery stuff
Pots full of paint and goo
Blue guns, cookies, pillowy fluff
Old things meeting shiny and new

No one's bothered, cept maybe the critters
As soon form follows the mess
Gifts soon groan from oven, from glitters
Winter's evenings become blessed

While spring and summer find these things
Tucked into drawers and chests
Notes, recipes, ornaments, angel's wings
All come out at winter's behest

Though all the pieces, all the plans
Cannot ever turn out completed
Still oh how happy, these busy hands
Turn much to what is needed..

To hold back the coldest longest nights
And fill them in with busy hours
Until spring comes with all her glorious light
Bringing us out to greet the flowers!

Gdngfool - November 05, 1999
CAT CURSES
silver-grey cat
peers through curtains
at swirling snow
scurries to warmth 
of  hot air registers

grey tabby 
sniffs cold air
dances her way
from back porch to front
scampers inside
jumps onto a lap to purr

black velvet patrol cat
bolts through open door
into snow drift
desperate howls, scratches
to come inside

snow
puissant curse
drives cats insane
October to March

Glennis - November 1999

 RAVEN WARS
intruders,
black, defiant
squat 
atop snow-covered roofs
squawk defiance

interlopers
lift metal lids,
scatter garbage
battlefield debris

raven soldiers
align
in alleys
to fight bacon wars

tabby general
twitches tail
meows in anger
from observation post

Glennis - November 1999
 
Friday follying per Chris I am
And then I read that one by Anne!
If you've missed it scroll up a bit
Our Anne is one very talented chick!

(sorry bout that word Anne, but it sorta rhymed!) 

I tried, Chris, I did, I really did
Frankly I don't like this, not one bit
How not to let winter get me down
When it's 40 below I wear a frown!

Sure it's pretty if you could only see
But you can't 'cause your windows are all frosty
And yes, you might just take a drive
But oops, the car says 'no way...not I'!

And the cold sucks in your face and cheeks
but it doesn't work on behinds methinks!
And the snow is heavy and there's too much to move
And where to put it, there's just no more room!

But really it doesn't get the best of me
And it lasts for months - 2 times 3
Truth be told, if I left I'd miss it
It's where I come from and who I 'is'.

(honestly, Canada beenies, all I keep thinking of is that Rodeo Song - know the one I mean? :))

Dawn November 05, 1999

 The Garden at the Solstice 

On this solstice morning dark and bleak
Brilliant moonbeams bended
Peering out the window frosty
The garden lies suspended. 

A glance across shows twisted brown
with snow swirled in a dusting
Stems and tattered branches tangle
Old trellises a rusting. 

But those of us who know the secret
Nature's wondrous pride
A party is at play this morn
Each guest comes in disguise. 

Roses armed with mighty thorns
their presence so intense
While most the party is underground
Warm, safe, silent. 

This year I'll watch with childish wonder
As daffodils turn to roses
The magic cycle unfolds again 
From flower to flower transposes. 

As winter casts her stricken spell
Comfort lies in knowing
That soon the kiss of spring will waken
Tufts of green to growing!

 Cindy B.(IL) – 21 December 1999
Moon and I 

Moon and I in stillness
receive the tranquill cold
bright we burn silver
we watch the night unfold
we share the comfort of distance
alone together aware
aloof in our ken of Winter
a season we easily share 

Tamarack - December 22, 1999
S is for Stockings filled with toys
N is for Newcomers filled with joy
O is for Oats filling tummy with warmth
W is for Winter filled with freezing SNOW
Emma - November 06, 1999
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