Brrr - what a chilly start to the New Year! Here are a few wintry poems to fit the feeling! With some from the Fairy Door Poetry Trail at Painshill Park in Surrey, that, sadly, ends tomorrow. It was such a privilege to be part of it.

Brrr – what a chilly start to the New Year! Here are a few wintry poems to fit the feeling! With some from the Fairy Door Poetry Trail at Painshill Park in Surrey, that, sadly, ends tomorrow. It was such a privilege to be part of it.

Posted on 10 January 2026

JACK FROST

lay down his cloak

with cold hard hands.

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Stilling the air

and freezing the land.

***

Icing the branches

that hang by the lake.

***

Frosting the hedgerows,

the berries, like cake.

***

Stilling the trees

and the fallen leaves.

***

Hanging up icicles

under the eaves.

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THE OAK TREE FAIRIES

When cold winds blow

and bring the snow

the mighty oak

is where they go.

Inside the trunk

with lamps aglow.

Searching high

and searching low

to find warm cosy

Winter hollows,

where squirrels rest

and insect’s burrow.

Shut their door

and wait for swallows

heralding the start of spring.

Then the oak tree fairies sing.

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THE HIBERNATION DOOR

Behind this door

there is someone who snores,

curled up in a spiny ball.

***

Dreaming of Spring

and wonderful things,

like slugs and beetles, and all.

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WHO LIVES HERE?

Oh hoo, oh hoo,

oh hoo lives here

behind this fairy door?

___

Oh hoo, oh hoo

oh hoo lives here,

up on the seventh floor.

***

Oh hoo, oh hoo

has big round eyes?

Oh hoo, oh hoo,

is clever and wise?

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THE NORTH WIND FAIRIES

From the cold and wintry north,

Flying, flying, hard and fast,

Blowing in a bitter blast.

Stir the air with icy breath.

Swirling through the winter trees,

Creeping up a crackling freeze.

Until Spring will have no more

And then they hide behind her door

And sleep until an arctic breeze,

Wakes them up and sets them free!

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THE FROST FAIRIES

The frost fairies came

and laid down last night,

a cloak of lacework,

sparkling and white.

***

Glittering, shimmering

caught by the light,

they covered the ground

with their icy delight

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THE SNOW FAIRIES

With a flurry, and a hurry,

a swish and a blast,

they fly through the forest,

swirling and fast.

***

All of a shiver

down from the sky.

Whiter than pearls

these fairies drift by

***

in a flutter of snowflakes.

A shiver of freeze.

Fingers of ice

on a blustery breeze.

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