7 beautiful winter poems this winter solstice

By Simer Dhume

brown house near pine trees covered with snow

A beautiful winter home in the Catskills, New York

Winter has begun. Winter solstice started today, December 21. It is the longest night of the year as well as the shortest day, in the upper half of the Earth, the northern hemisphere.

Do you know what is a winter solscite?

In the northern hemisphere, the winter season starts this December 21 and ends on March 20, 2022, three months long.

On this day, one of the Earth’s pole moves away from the sun at its maximum distance. As a result, the sun travels the shortest path, while the day receives the least amount of sunlight and the night is the longest.

Hints Of life celebrates the shortest day of the year with 7 beautiful winter poems. Every year, spellbounding elements of winter fills our heart with warmth and happiness. The view of the frozen world renders the soul.

Let’s laud and revere nature through these 7 beautiful poems.

Snow glistening under the winter sun | Photo credit: Shutterstock

The Snow Fairy



Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,
Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky,
Whirling fantastic in the misty air,
Contending fierce for space supremacy.
And they flew down a mightier force at night,
As though in heaven there was revolt and riot,
And they, frail things had taken panic flight
Down to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet.
I went to bed and rose at early dawn
To see them huddled together in a heap,
Each merged into the other upon the lawn,
Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep.
The sun shone brightly on them half the day,
By night they stealthily had stol’n away.


And suddenly my thoughts then turned to you
Who came to me upon a winter’s night,
When snow-sprites round my attic window flew,
Your hair disheveled, eyes aglow with light.
My heart was like the weather when you came,
The wanton winds were blowing loud and long;
But you, with joy and passion all aflame,
You danced and sang a lilting summer song.
I made room for you in my little bed,
Took covers from the closet fresh and warm,
A downful pillow for your scented head,
And lay down with you resting in my arm.
You went with Dawn. You left me ere the day,
The lonely actor of a dreamy play.

Frozen Life

By Scardez Lisa

Spirals of frozen pieces in air
Flakes of crystal falling in pair
Ground laying with fair icy sand
December welcomes a paradise land

Peaks meeting sky comes down
To wear a white, shiny crown
Cap of snow on trees stuns the sight
Night glitters with Crystal Lake's light

Solid dew pearls ornament the leaves
Shivering winter pushes sun into sleeves
Moon glances through the icy blizzard
Bearing it as a brave wizard

Sky waters the land with frozen rain
Earth kisses it with pleasing pain
Grass sleeps under the shimmering cushion
Waiting to rise, holding spring's vision

Snow fairies in myth seem alive
When the shed trees breathe to life
No color but white around
Yet nature appears like heaven ground

Signature of life, when the lips smile
We can see the faces zest up with life
Months of frozen days bring happiness
Mashed up with a little laziness


By Emily Brontë

The night is darkening round me,

The wild winds coldly blow;

But a tyrant spell has bound me

And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending

Their bare boughs weighed with snow.

And the storm is fast descending,

And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,

Wastes beyond wastes below;

But nothing drear can move me;

I will not, cannot go.


By Gillian Clarke 

The dreamed Christmas,
flakes shaken out of silences so far
and starry we can’t sleep for listening
for papery rustles out there in the night
and wake to find our ceiling glimmering,
the day a psaltery of light.

So we’re out over the snow fields
before it’s all seen off with a salt-lick
of Atlantic air, then home at dusk, snow-blind
from following chains of fox and crow and hare,
to a fire, a roasting bird, a ringing phone,
and voices wondering where we are.

A day foretold by images
of glassy pond, peasant and snowy roof
over the holy child iconed in gold.
Or women shawled against the goosedown air
pleading with soldiers at a shifting frontier
in the snows of television,

while in the secret dark a fresh snow falls
filling our tracks with stars.

At the Solstice

By Shaun O’Brien

We say Next time we’ll go away,
But then the winter happens, like a secret

We’ve to keep yet never understand
As daylight turns to cinema once more:

A lustrous darkness deep in ice-age cold,
And the print in need of restoration

Starting to consume itself
With snowfall where no snow is falling now.

Or could it be a cloud of sparrows, dancing
In the bare hedge that this gale of light

Is seeking to uproot? Let it be sparrows, then,
Still dancing in the blazing hedge,

Their tender fury and their fall,
Because it snows, because it burns.

The Bells

By Edgar Allen Poe

Hear the sledges with the bells --
            Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
      How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
          In the icy air of night!
      While the stars that oversprinkle
      All the heavens, seem to twinkle
          With a crystalline delight;
        Keeping time, time, time,
        In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
   From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
              Bells, bells, bells --
 From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

The Dipper

By Kathleen Jamie

It was winter, near freezing,
I'd walked through a forest of firs
when I saw issue out of the waterfall
a solitary bird.

It lit on a damp rock,
and, as water swept stupidly on,
wrung from its own throat
supple, undammable song.

It isn't mine to give.
I can't coax this bird to my hand
that knows the depth of the river
yet sings of it on land.

Hints Of Life wishes all its readers Happy Holidays!

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