Thursday, February 6, 2014

Winter Storm--By Phyllis Babcock--Canada

Winter Storm

Restless winter's snow covered the ground
North wind blew in another winter storm
It howled,  it crawled and packed solid
Clinging where it could to  frozen mother earth
Wave after wave it pounded, it bombarded
Icy pebbles scattered in all directions
Spray like mist climbed the snow dunes
As an eerie chill settled upon the land


Wind why do you blow
as if you had no soul?
You come wild with fury
making all so weary.


Phyllis Babcock was born in Saskatchewan, Canada in 1951 and currently resides in Regina with her husband. She has been blessed with two wonderful sons and daughter-in-laws. She has two grandsons and two granddaughters. She started writing poetry in 2004 and joined Poetry Soup site in 2006. She has been published in two anthologies, On Butterfly Wings and Snippets. Her work has also appeared on and in a local seniors’ newspaper. She feels writing has been a wonderful journey, meeting many new poets and writers along the way.


  1. Hello, Phyllis! I really love your poem defining winter! How many times I ask myself that of the wind, the cruel, biting wind which seems thoughtless and endless! Winter is not my favorite season and your words help me define that feeling! Smile! Great poem and so perfect in its portrayal of winter. A beautiful poem with much feeling, depth and expression. Sheri

  2. Thank you, Connie Marcum Wong, for the following comment--

    Dear Phyllis, this is a lovely poem to ponder during the white out days of the storm. A quiet corner, a warm drink, and poetry! It doesn’t get much better! Beautiful imagery. Blessings, Connie

  3. Dear Phyl, Awesome description of winter's relentless bite. For those in the North, I'm sure this releases some angst. As a Floridian, however, it made me wish I could see the snow dunes building again. It's been a hard winter for much of North America. Absolutely loved the way you changed the pace for the last verse. Your personification has given life to the wind and fury. Incredible write, dear friend. Love, Carolyn Devonshire

  4. Gee, your words sounds like the winter we are having here on LI, NY! It doesn't bother me as I am retired and can peer out my window at its beauty. But, I must admit, going out into the winter weather is a different story. Great reading...

    Rhoda Galgiani

  5. I love your word choices! I used to live in Maryland, now I live in Florida - it gets cold, but there is no snow or ice. I miss the beauty of snow, but that's about it. I love those last lines 'You come wild with fury making all so weary'. I so remember that feeling. Kristina

  6. Burrrrrr. I feel this one, Phyliss; literally feel this one as it is freezing here in Michigan, lol. Yet, as your poem so vividly describes, there is beauty in all of creation, even the cold seasons. Enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing.

    -Maurice J. Reynolds, Owner / Editor
    TGBTG! Publications / Creative Inspirations

  7. Thank you, Jack Horne, for the following comment--

    Awesome descriptions - I shivered just reading this