Poems Archives

Winters Jewels

Poem by Nevin Hawlman The dawn of day was witness to, a transformation of the land. The night had seen

These images were taken on Mount Seymour, where we spent a January afternoon snowshoeing through a truly magical forest. Fresh

Adrian Gibb Down a misty lane, and beyond a snowy path Stands a thatched cottage with a woman at

Adrian Gibb Down a misty lane, and beyond a snowy path Stands a thatched cottage with a woman

Adrian Gibb Down a misty lane, and beyond a snowy path Stands a thatched cottage with a woman at

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) ’Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was

Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936) There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim, And never before or again, When

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) I The shepherds went their hasty way, And found the lowly stable-shed Where the Virgin-Mother lay:

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair — Since she and I had