Perfect for snowy days and long nights by the fire.
by The Editors

The Curtain by Hayden Carruth
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing
We can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, the ever-renewing sun of corpse-flesh.

The Snow is Deep on the Ground by Kenneth Patchen
The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belov├Ęd.

Sonnet XCVII: How like a Winter hath my Absence been by William Shakespeare
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

Winter Love by Linda Gregg
I would like to decorate this silence,
but my house grows only cleaner

View the full poem sampler on the Poetry Foundation website.

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