Poems about winter: the 15 most beautiful lyrics and nursery rhymes about this season
The slow fall of the snowflakes. The white expanse that covers the landscape. The tranquility of the night where every noise of man and nature is silenced. The joy and smiles of children during the days of December. Steaming cups of tea or chocolate, colored wool sweaters and houses decorated for Christmas. There are many elements that distinguish winter, the season that accompanies us at the end of one year and at the beginning of the next.
All these aspects have never escaped the poets of the past and present. Thus, we have collected the most beautiful poems and nursery rhymes about winter to experience the inimitable winter atmosphere through the words of the great authors.
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Roberto Piumini, The winter
One of the poems for children - and not only - about winter is certainly this one by Roberto Piumini. The author illustrates how nature presents itself during the winter season, when it takes on an unmistakable aspect.
When the earth
it's cold and hard,
looks like a warrior
with armor
when it closes
in ice and frost,
when they are naked
plants in the sky
and the crows
above the snow
they look like spots
in your notebook:
this is winter.
Emily Dickinson, The snow that never accumulates
In this poem the author describes a night snowfall so abundant that it completely covers what it falls on. It makes her think of the arrival of February and, therefore, of the coldest period of the year. In reality it is a "transitory" snow , which does not remain and does not accumulate, but dissolves.
The Snow that never accumulates -
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes only once a year
Soft s "imposes now -
So much pervades the tree
At night under the star
Certainly it is the February Pass
Experience would swear -
Winter like a Face
What austere and ancient we knew
Repaired in everything but Solitude
From the "Alibi of Nature -
Was every storm so sweet
Value would not have -
We buy by contrast - Penalty is good
How much closer to memory.
Oscar Wilde, It is the middle of winter
The poet sketches a winter landscape with the nature that inhabits it. Men feel alone in the distance: in the foreground are the animals and their way of dealing with the winter frost.
It is the middle of winter, the trees are bare
except where the flock takes refuge
huddling under the pine.
The sheep bleat in the muddy snow
leaning against the fence. The stable is closed
but crawling the trembling dogs come out,
they go down to the frozen stream. To return
dejected back. Wrapped in a sigh
they seem to be the noises of the wagons, the cries of the shepherds.
The crows screech in indifferent circles
around the frozen haystack. Or they crouch
on the dripping branches. The ice breaks
between the reeds of the pond where the bittern flaps its wings
and craning his neck he cackles at the moon.
A poor hare skips over the meadows,
small frightened dark spot
and a lost seagull, like a sudden gust
of snow, he screams against the sky.
Gianni Rodari, On the snow
Gianni Rodari describes a typical winter morning where children go out to play with the freshly fallen snow. A childlike image that takes us back in time.
In winter, when it falls
snow and whitens the lawn
and hides the streets
under the frozen mantle,
to children, adventurers
from the heart without fear,
no paths are needed
to try the adventure:
they march boldly where
the snow is intact,
opening new paths
in the wadding desert.
But the size of the feet
the snow will keep
to guide children
at home, when mom calls ...
Ada Negri, The snow dance
The poet describes the slow descent of snow during the night. It is as if the world stops while the flakes rest silently on the ground, giving an almost dreamlike scenario.
On the fields and on the roads
silent and light
whirling, the snow
falls.
Dance the white flap
in the wide playful sky,
Then it rests on the ground
tired.
In a thousand motionless forms
on roofs and chimneys,
on the stones and gardens
he is sleeping.
All around is peace;
closed in deep oblivion,
indifferent the world
is silent.
Umberto Saba, Snow Flower
The Trieste author imagines in this lyric how the snowflakes came to earth for the first time. The result is a simple, sweet and touching poem.
From heaven all the Angels
they saw the barren fields
without leaves or flowers
and they read in the hearts of children
who love white things.
They shook their wings tired of flying
and then it descended lightly lightly
the flowery snow.
Aldo Palazzeschi, Pastel of boredom
In this poem, Palazzeschi describes a classic slow-motion winter scene, outlining nature and the sounds it perceives. He is not surprised by any feeling of joy and happiness, but only boredom for that day that seems to never end.
From the gray of the dense fog
cypress trees shine through
black shadows
mist sponges.
And from far away swinging slowly
the result is an almost extinguished bell sound.
Further away
a train passes bellowing.
Carla Piccinini, Winter
In this nursery rhyme, the poet explains the effects of winter on nature.
But what happens?
Look around!
Bare trees
and short the day.
Oh how cold
along the roads
maybe soon
The snow falls.
With this cold
inside we stay
and a refrain
together we sing.
Attilio Bertolucci, The snow
During the winter time seems to slow down. This atmosphere arouses various reflections, such as the one made by Bertolucci in this poem as he remembers the past years.
How the snow weighs on these branches
how the years weigh on the shoulders you love.
Winter is the most expensive season,
in its lights you came to meet me
from an afternoon sleep, a bitter
lock of hair on the eyes.
The years of youth are distant years.
Gianni Rodari, First Frost nursery rhyme
The most famous author of nursery rhymes for children in Italian could not have failed to give us a small winter-themed work of his.
Nursery rhyme of the first frost
freezes the snow fallen from the sky
freezes the tap water
freezes the flower in its jar
freezes the horse's rope
freezes the statue on the pedestal.
William Blake, All "winter
This poem is part of the collection Songs of the Seasons and the fundamental aspects of his poetics can be found: dark and mysterious scenarios, superhuman creatures and inhospitable climates, this is winter according to William Blake.
O Winter! Slash your adamantine doors:
The north is yours; there in the deep earth you have erected
Your dark abode. Don't shake
Your roofs, nor the columns with your iron chariot.
He does not listen to me and on the wide open abyss
Roll heavy. Its storms are raging;
In a steel sheath, I don't dare raise my eyes
Because he has raised his scepter high above the world.
Look! A hideous monster, whose skin adheres
At its strong bones, it runs over the groaning rocks:
He silences everything, and his mighty hand
Strip the earth, and freeze the fragile life.
The sailor takes his place on the cliffs
He cries in vain. Poor devil! He copes
The storms, until the sky smiles and the monster
He returns screaming to his caves in Mount Hekla.
Ada Negri, Winter sun
In this lyric the author focuses on a reflection of hers that arose on New Year's Day. With the beginning of the new year, she is already thinking of March and spring, despite the fact that the landscape around her remains that of winter.
New Year: so mild, and how much sun!
I already breathe March, in this light
of gold, which I know short and liar. And I laugh
to the lie, I enjoy it; and to it
I warm up, like plum and chestnut trees
some gems appear on whim,
in the certainty that he will die tomorrow
before opening. Buds without flower
on the branches and in my heart,
joy of one day, aware of being alive
only for a day!
It does not matter. It is joy.
Luigi Ruber, Snow
In this apparently simple poem, Ruber sketches a typical winter scenario where the white expanse of snow covers everything he encounters.
Yesterday on the high hill,
today in the plowed plain,
the snow is on the clods
and covers the sown
“Good harvest
of wheat! ".
makes the provident yokel.
But a sparrow
in vain
look for the furrow friend.
And jump lightly
and he seems almost tired,
small black dot
above the immense white.
O. Stork, Nursery Rhyme When it rains
One of the most famous winter themed nursery rhymes. When it's cold, everyone's desire to go out decreases, both for adults and children but also for animals, right?
When it rains slow, slow
and it's cold and windy
the child is in the house
the little bird in its nest
the little dog in the kennel
my kitten by the fire
the little mouse in the den ...
And the frog without an umbrella?
Under the mushroom it is beautiful!
It rains, it rains, you need an umbrella
I hope the good weather returns!
Anton Chekhov, The smell of winter
Winter makes itself felt even before it arrives, because it can be felt in the air. Thus, it is impossible to postpone it: you just have to welcome it, with its cold and its icy night.
The weather was fine at first,
calm. Cackled the
thrushes, and something alive in the swamps
it made a buzz, as if
blow into an empty bottle.
A woodcock flew by and
in the air with merry rumors.
But when in the woods it did
darkness and a wind blew from the east
cold and piercing, all was silent.
Over the puddles they stretched
of ice needles.
The wood became bleak, lonely.
Yes you can smell the winter.
