Crab Apple Poems - Poems about Crab Apple

...Dear Serena Williams…I want to take a moment and apologize to you for something I didn’t say…something I did not do. As we waited under a crab apple tree for our pizza the other day a group of p......Read the rest...

...Unlike the Famous Five, with capers, japes and adventures, boats and well stocked picnics, we lived a back street life. With a sock and masking tape ball and mucky fat sarnies. The Family Allowa......Read the rest...

...Kicked a crab apple up the road I hate bein' told, I hate bein' told Why don't you get with the program, son And strap on the vigilante's gun Night is too soon for a fool like you Give the jes......Read the rest...

...Her skin is textured fabric and a lovely pair of…odd eyes of ink black and sheen green. Cherry cheeks, heavy-handed for his amusement. Lips sewn to silence just the way he likes her......Read the rest...

...On a grassy verge above the surging rill she stood fair haired and proud, three leaf clover substrate at her toes. Clutching saline bouquets I had plucked from my neighbours walk-in green house......Read the rest...

...When the chilly wind starts blowing from the North,  I don't curse the wind,  But lovingly admire the birds and their ......Read the rest...

...sudden spring explosion ~ crab apple blooms AP: 2nd place 2020 Posted on August 10, 2018......Read the rest...

...The cold comes following an endless spring that lagged forever into summer where it could not keep its hold then returning again in autumn to linger on the trees and low in the gr......Read the rest...

...There once was an alchemist gifted with the mortar and pestle, Who could combine magic with herbs and wax in a glass vessel. She used charms and floral elixirs to make enchanted scented candles, ......Read the rest...

...They hung stiff up on the tree as if they were in the air and free. Covered in an icy coating reflecting from the snow that set that color deep, dark red and bold. Tiny apples cast against the ......Read the rest...

...You can see him now, dirty as a horse that slipped in the mud, planting petunias with that infamous shamrock thumb (Irish from his Pop Appendage from his Mum) stopping every now - and ag......Read the rest...

...HAPPINESS 101 squishing mud between my toes icky fingers in my nose frogs harrumphing in my pocket worms and bugs and itchy things lumps and bumps the scratching brings bugs and snakes and ......Read the rest...

...In the small town that I grew up as a child, streets were neat and prim. Trees lined up in rows of green statuesque figures. Children playing, riding bicycles, roller skating in the warm summer breez......Read the rest...

... No Mickey, Minnie, or Goofy- no Jimmy The Cricket The spirit of Sodom is Gomorrah...what I see is plain "Wicked" Neon lit buildings and business brig......Read the rest...

...I have a dear feathered friend who greets me each day at dawn! He likes to dwell in and around the crab apple tree on my lawn! From his perch he serenades me on wintry Colorado morns so drear, Che......Read the rest...