Here is another poem dealing with winter. I hope you guys like it.
The First Day of Snow
Snow, is a luxury
In our tropical world
Snow is a fable
Never saw, never touched, never smell
The first day of snow drifting onto a winter wonderland
The first time I felt it, on my face, around me
Boundless joy, wonder, ecstasies
Unreal, beautiful, white
A winter wonderland of ecstasies
Just for me
Silvery icicles, hanging off branches golden like the autumn days fading into winter
Silvery, like fairy tales
Pond of frozen winter clear, ducks swimming chasing their own tails
In ecstasies, in wonder, like a fairytale unfold
Snow, is a luxury
Unreal, beautiful, unbelievably soft
Boundless wonder, boundless joy
A magical world of snowy white
God’s glorious creation
A winter wonderland,
Beautiful beyond measure
I went and looked up some pictures of castles in Europe durring the wintertime to get the medieval feel going here.
This makes me think of big feast halls with fires in gigantic fireplaces while the noble drink mead and they feast of giant boars and dogs at their feet that they throw bones too. What about horse drawn sleighs through a quiet forest blanketed with snow. Or riding a horse on the castles land on freshly fallen snow. The wind blows across the moore and the pond is frozen over.
This is the end of our Winter section. You wouldn’t know it today where I am. It was snowing then sunny then snowing then sunny again. Then we had a blizzard for a while but then it got windy and sunny again. I swear mother nature is laughing her ass off at us right now. Anyways next weekend I will be doing spring which that it is totally by fluke that it happens to be Easter that weekend. So good bye winter and hello spring.
I thought I’m mention something about Jack Frost who is a fantasy being. My thoughts are that he is an elemental or a spirit of winter. Here is what I dug up on him.
Jack Frost is a figure from folklore, an elfish creature who personifies crisp, cold weather. He is said to leave those beautiful patterns on autumn leaves and windows on frosty mornings. It is thought that he originated in Norse folklore as Jokul (“icicle”) or Frosti (“frost”). In Russia, frost is represented as Father Frost, a smith who binds water and earth together with heavy chains. In Germany however, it is an old women who causes it to snow by shaking out her bed of white feathers. Some believe this representation originated in Germanic folklore specifically in the Anglo-Saxon and Norse winter customs.
Here is a pic I found of him:
Here is some more fantasy pics dealing with Winter:
I’m going to make one more winter post. I will be adding some castles in winter for the full medieval fantasy effect. Also I will add the last pics and poems. See you later.