Poetry Unit

In writing workshop we are studying poetry. We are writing poems about snow and winter.
We are learning how to use descriptive language, rhythm and rhyme.
Our study of winter is triggered by the snow falling outside. In writing workshop we
also study units like alliteration, food memories and myths.

Here are some of the poems by Lily J.

  storm skirts

Silver hands clasped the earth,

a chill settled,

t‘was snow’s birth.

Pale fingers slithered through brush

frost was forming,

all the world hushed.

Then, slowly, slowly, out of the air,

calmly, quietly,

it seemed nothing there,

But the stars in the ink-black sky.

now gleaming in moonlight,

a flake did fly,

And the storm started.

the wind whipped,

the trees parted.

Whistling, gliding,

fast and fleet,

twirling and sliding.

That frosty, brisk night,

snow steadily mounting,

fluffy and white.

Cracking branches, feeling free,

out whiting the birds,

swirling, slippery.

Then flakey, dancing crystals circled down,

silent and thick,

coating the ground.

Heaping in deep piles,

sleek and smooth,

bringing smiles.

Her swirling skirts rise,

white garments crackling,

this is her prize.

hidden flower

the purple crocus did not come this year.

it must have foreseen,

the chilly winds,

that sweep the earth like a silver broom.

it's tiny head did not rise this year.

it must have known,

that blankets of snow,

would fly through the air on

that grey, March day.

the poor, purple crocus, flattened under snow!

the buds of violet,

must feel so squashed,

under that heap of fluffy, white winter.

Oak tree in winter

It was a breath of snow,

Of crackling cold,

That made me fly,

Among the limbs,

Of the old oak tree.

Purified by winter’s gift,

It's glistening arms,

Were not yet bare,

Of the crystallized

Leaves,

That did not want,

To let go

And soar with me.

Mouse And Snow

Under the gutter,

Into the house,

This is not weather,

For a mouse.

Pink tail swishing,

Through the gail,

Little brown mouse,

Must set sail.

Crackling fire,

Cup of hot tea,

Spill the water,

Bite the knee.

Tired, tired humans.

Very sore feet.

Little brown mouse,

Just can't be beat!