Kate Williams

Here are some of my snow poems to add to the fun, beauty, chill, misery…

It’s a mixed assortment for a mix of browsers – kids, teachers, would-be-gardeners, and anyone snowed-up and fed-up.  Scroll down to find one to suit (hopefully!).

Below the Snow

Still, white, winter world;
beneath it sleepers, tightly curled.

Thick, steep sweep of snow;
ticking hearts deep down below.

Chilling, killing crystal layer;
below, lungs heaving, breathing air.

Still, white winter world;
beneath, another, snugly furled.

(Published in my book, Wildlife Poems, 2009.)

School Rules for Young Snowmen

Don’t laugh
Don’t talk
Don’t fidget
Don’t walk
Don’t eat
Don’t drink
Don’t hiccup
Don’t blink
Don’t sleep
Don’t snore
Don’t fall on the floor
Don’t dance
Don’t sing
Don’t do anything
And most of all
Don’t come in the hall
to warm up your toes
or your fingers or nose
for everyone knows
that if you unfroze…
then…
we’d have to start you all over again.

(Published in Spectacular Schools, Macmillan, 2004)

Dance of the Penguins

Step
hop
waddle
stop
blink
scratch
think

Step
hop
wobble
skid
dash
splash
sink

(From Wildlife Poems)

Colder… Warmer…

Slipping through ice is not nice –
especially into a pool.

Slipping through snow isn’t cold, though,
and zipping down it – that’s cool!

‘Course a walrus wouldn’t think twice.
He’d find it all warm and nice,
though he’s most at ease at sub-zero degrees,
and picks Arctic dips as a rule.

(From Wildlife Poems)

Polar Pyjamas

Pillow-puffy,
cushion-fluffy,
the dozy cubs twitch sleepy feet,
cosy, cuddly, snugly and nice
between blanket and sheet
of snow and ice.

(From Wildlife Poems)

Snowflake on the Football Pitch

Fluffy
frizzy
frosty
frozen
feathery
floaty
fairy-wing light

Fascinating
flickery
finger-tip-tiny
fragile
flimsy
flattened

(From my book: Swinging through the Sky, 2006)

(All poems and pictures on this page are copyright: Kate Williams)