Shrub Poems - Poems about Shrub

...Mingled with the rural soil of Nazareth, he laboured He played with the rustics, who were quarrelsome yet loving. Farmers, carpenters, ironsmiths, weavers, and the shepherd These were teachers fro......Read the rest...

... once again memories of sweet shrub quietly imposes its luscious scent red to rust blossoms ......Read the rest...

...Forsythia my friend, I still cannot not discern, does a fiddlehead unravel into a lacy fern? Lilly pads, such flowered floating seats for fortunate frogs. Monet’s favorite plant at his Giverny ......Read the rest...

...Jewel layer templates gilded upstream sigh winsome eyelet skimmed scorning dawn orb Delphic mustard sketch on sapphire sequins Appalachian awning bearing flimsy nuggets surreal slender st......Read the rest...

...lush green shy wheat shrub bend as though newly bed brides --- fear predicament? ......Read the rest...

...Blackened. Charred. Are the blossoms of autumn's acclaimed abundance No longer dance they in vivid wonderance, Singed by the frigid frost, Stand they forlorn and lost. Barren. Desolate. Stand......Read the rest...

...First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays wet patio shrub basket in the haze zealous heartland tower cry as life force celebrate and savour August rare days Magenta skylines cluster silken clo......Read the rest...

...dusk settles on an Anglican Shrub vespertine is downy down upon the vertical horizon spring like frost is unraveling toward a sunset on its late afternoon decline at this stage of early-black t......Read the rest...

...red poinsettia “Flower of the Holy Night” a gift for Jesus Native to Mexico, the poinsettia is called "Flor de la Noche Buena" (Flower of the Holy Night) due to its resemblance ......Read the rest...

...In yard inside my haven home structure appeared brown bear depressing during the darkest coldest times of the year color is absent fragrance non clear Blow the blossoms flowers are wi......Read the rest...

...A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a blessed pleasing. ......Read the rest...

...timing is everything pretty much anytime anyhow anyplace morning noon or evening whatever the birth date no matter the season or how tight the G-string victu......Read the rest...

...Lush green verdant hills of peace beneath lavender skies of linen and oleander gentle pink inside my seaside windy garden nook a gift for Pythia, high priestess of Greece Flower of ......Read the rest...

...How I wish I could be free, To cuddle her with a kiss. Will you come and dance with me, Your nearness I sorely miss. You're so far away from me, I must roam around to find If you have sailed ......Read the rest...

... "The Crow Bar" she said, here I bury my dead, you can hear them sleeping somnulent forget-me-nots, snoring blithely unaware, in neat rows between the thick, ink injec......Read the rest...