These days, they don’t come bright
Chill stays and keeps away the dawn light
Sun hides, absence of early rays peeping in
Thin clouds waft and stream in
Wind whips the whirlpool of mist
Winter has set in, it rolls its fist

Darkness stays put, away from the lights glow
A dull dawn hangs with the fog low
The beds warmth a cocoon of not just the lazy
Even the morning sun refuses to rise early
The dew damp earth waits for the sun to blush
Before its eve, the sun hurries away in a rush

The hair rustles in the static flash
Eyes steal a look, to see the light splash
In the forlorn recess of my mind
Stowed far away I find are my crimes
The broken heart, cruelly crushed
To lust tryst in cold foggy days that I rushed

E’ery leaf slowly, swiftly falling away
Thoughts leave as they are stripped away
The trees stand exposed, nothing to sway
In my minds scan, a putrefying display
My feelings drawn up exposed bear
The dense miasma that my memories tear

From the love that I did not caress
I walked away without any duress
In the chill of the dull winter days
My most agonies come to face
They slowly rise to stare
Even my shut eyes are called to despair

The heart refuses to agree
The mind does not disagree
The deep love that was around
My heart’s seek, it’s not found
The mind’s smile, not benignly
The sardonic that it replays repeatedly

The freeze set to the core
My body‘s warmth in bed, entices me to linger more
The lost lust that I dreamily meet
The jerked release, my beings relief and treat
These days they don’t come bright
Lonely, chill stays and keeps away the dawn light

Who showed the little ant the way
Her narrow hole to bore,
And spend the pleasant summer day
In laying up her store?

The sparrow builds her pretty nest
Of wool, and hay, and moss;
Who told her how to build it best,
And lay the twigs across?

Who taught the busy bee to fly
Among the sweetest flowers,
And lay his store of honey by,
To eat in winter hours?

‘Twas God who showed them all the way,
And gave them all their skill;
He teaches children, if they pray,
To do his holy will.

This poem was written/submitted by Sigma.

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.

This poem was written/submitted by Robert.

Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours,
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze,
And cups o’erflow with wine;
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall wait on honey love,
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
Sleep’s leaden spells remove.
The time doth well dispense
With lovers’ long discourse;
Much speech hath some defence,
Though beauty no remorse.
All do not all things well:
Some, measures comely tread,
Some, knotted riddles tell,
Some, poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
They shorten tedious nights.

This poem was written/submitted by Robert.