Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early                                Speaking indifferently to him,
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,                who had driven out the cold
then with cracked hands that ached                    and polished my good shoes as well.
from labor in the weekday weather made        What did I know, what did I know
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.   of love’s austere and lonely offices?

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Confined within doors

The Longest Winter

Because the longest winter,
Is not the one whispering shivers
In valleys and the mountain pass.
With its fine-white veil,
Bathing the trees and countryside.
The longest winter,
Is the one that has settled in your eyes,
Staining your lips with gray words
Stealing your voice of sweetest chants.

You seem to have forgotten
I am a flower in your arms.
And though I demand nothing of you,
With my heart like this — withered —

I must ask,When will you give me back the sun?

-Clairel Estevez

Shimmering lakes of silvery ice

welcomes skaters' scarring slice.

Hills adorned in lacy white
watch children sleigh into the night.
In the brilliant pristine light,
snow birds in tall trees take flight.

Evergreens draped in capes of snow,
their heavy branches hanging low,
blanket earth as north winds blow.
Winter's dance is quite a show,
an ice-kissed, dazzling, magical place,
transformed by winter's cold embrace.

Patricia L. Cisco

   TRANSFORMING EN EARTH
INTO A WINTER WONDERLAND

Winter Trees

William Carlos Williams

All the complicated details 

of the attiring and

the disattiring are completed!

A liquid moon

moves gently among

the long branches.

Thus having prepared their buds

against a sure winter

the wise trees

stand sleeping in the cold.

In Winter

Micheal Ryan

In soft embrace,
’Most everyone it meets.

A sound that’s not
A sound at all –
A quiet, soft and dear,

That comforts all
The sleepy souls
Who sit, and watch, and hear.

~ Barbara Vance

We say Next time we’ll go away,

But then the winter happens, like a secret

We’ve to keep yet never understand

As daylight turns to cinema once more:

A lustrous darkness deep in ice-age cold,

And the print in need of restoration

Starting to consume itself

With snowfall where no snow is falling now.

Or could it be a cloud of sparrows, dancing

In the bare hedge that this gale of light

Is seeking to uproot? Let it be sparrows, then,

Still dancing in the blazing hedge,

Their tender fury and their fall,

Because it snows, because it burns.

To Know the Dark

by Wendell Berry

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

Winter-time

by Robert Louis Stevenson

    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.  

once a snowflake fell
on my brow and i loved
it so much and i kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
i reached to love them all
and i squeezed them and they became
a spring rain and i stood perfectly
still and was a flower

 Winter poem

                                Contents

page 3 Joanna Golik-Skitał

page 5 Kacper Fastnacht

page 7 Agata Henkel

page 9 Małgorzata Bartel 

page 11 Martyna Ciechanowska

page 13 Mateusz Śnieżek

page 15 Dominika Król

page 17 Hanna Rusinowska

page 19 Szymon WYleżych

page 21 Alicja Zawadzka

page 23 Natalia Mieczyńska

page 25 Jan Lelko

page 27 Oliwia Kopczyńksa

page 29 Kamil Biłous