Winter Poetry Contest

Congratulations to the winners of the Winter Poetry Contest! This was sponsored & judged by the Adult Writing Group that meets on select Saturdays at the Main Library in LaGrange. Click on the poem title to read the entry.

Category A: Children

1st prize
Snowflake by Audrey Hayes

Honorable Mentions:
Morgan Pletcher
Adyn Rice

Category B: Teen

1st Prize
Would They? by Remington Moslemi

2nd Prize:
Winter by Quinn Leveron

Honorable Mention
Violet A. Samuels

Category C: Adult

1st Prize
A Mother's Winter Prayer by Mary Ellen Quire

2nd Prize
Snowflake by Regina DeCaro

3rd Prize
Winterstorm by Barb McMakin

Winning entries

Audrey Hayes

What is a snowflake?
Is it a tiny crystal of ice buried in the snow
Or something that travels near and far
And quickly come and goes
And as the young grew old
The wind grew bold
And whistled away for years
Leaving a message for all to hear
Fear not
For within a heart of pride
Something more lies deep
A snowflakes history you will see
An Indian boy inside a
A featherless bird with a
Curvy beak
A large-horn goat on a mountains peak
A duke grabbing fruit
Off a table
A child reading a nursery fable
From the things a snowflake sees
You can hardly believe
That such a little being
Could have seen everything




Would They?
Remington Moslemi

Icy skeletons stand and stare,
Without leaves their glassy arms bare.
High above winter birds caw and coo,
Wise owl asks, “hoo, hooo, hoo?”
Man cuts trees down for wood,
But would trees cut man down if they could?




Quinn Leverson

A crunch
Beneath your feet.
A flake
Falling on your tongue.
A snowball
Thrown at you.
A smile
Under the bundle
Of a loving mother
And a warm fire.
Hot cocoa
And cold forts.
Red-nosed snow angels,
Hiding behind the walls.
Ice and snow
Ho, Ho, Ho!
Thoughts of presents
Under a tree.
Several candles
Dancing in a window.
A smile,
A scent.
A thought,
An idea.
A season,
A holiday?
What is winter?
What is it,
To You?

A Mother’s Winter Prayer
By Mary Ellen Quire

Before the dawn, as the snowflakes fall,
With a mug of hot coffee in my grip,
I wait to hear the announcer’s call.
With the hot clay mug pressed to my lip,
Into a deep prayer I do slip.
Please Dear Lord don’t let them say
That the bus for this street can’t make the trip
And all four of my children have no school today.
Oh, they will be happy to stay home and play.
For they can go out and war in the snow
I managed to live through this just yesterday.
So to a day of learning I hope they do go.

As the sun rises, I feel a faint smile appear,
When the news of no school closings becomes very clear.




Regina DeCaro

Drifting, lilting, and twirling with glee
The little snow flake was at last free
Seeking her destiny, she danced in the air
No hesitation or earthly care
She found her way nearly to land
When she settled on a tiny hand
The child looked with wonder and delight
And said Mommy I caught a snow fairy in flight




Barb McMakin

I leave him in the kitchen,
complaining –
again- that he has better things to do than visit
my parents. Fine, I say. I’ll go alone.

Snowflakes melt on the windshield
of my red Plymouth,
bald tires slide
coming off Floyd’s Knobs at dusk.

I fear the fifty-mile trip and driving
at night against the glare of headlights.
Besides, the roads will be too slick
to drive home.

Mom knows. She meets me at the door
with an embrace and doesn’t act surprised.
We seldom hug, but she holds me
and doesn’t ask questions.

The smell of the roast reminds me
of all the hash we at when I was a kid.
I’m back in grade school, trudging inside
from building the best snowman,

pulling off ice-caked mittens
to grip a mug of hot cocoa,
drying wind-wet eyes,
cheeks red from the cold.

Huge Flakes coat the window ledge.
Dad flips on the porch light and we watch
them float down, thick and fluffy, glistening
in the air like first-grade stars.