Winter Terza Rima Poems

Winter's breath makes the willow weep with grief
for leaving her branches bare as frigid winds blow.
She cries for her leaves demise. Life was far too...

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Soft shades of olive, emerald, and peridot
Filter through the early morning gray mists,
Greening of spring in my beloved meadow.

A stroll through the lea tops my...

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I hear the music, magic all around,
the little birds are singing in my dreams,
ah, how I missed this pleasant, joyful sound.

I feel the freshness of...

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Quote by Oscar Wilde

What plagues you so, fourth season of the year?
You seem compelled to bluster, snow, and hail;
how bleak to find you so devoid...

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Winter winds blustery, keen, and bold
Blast their way across denuded meadow
Ushering in north’s bitter cold

Shaking their fists with much bravado
Bending low the towering sages
Leaving not...

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Out of the northwest a cold blast of Arctic air
Sweeping across the central plains with fury,
Covers the ground where the meadow is bare.

With an attitude...

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My big brother filled with love                           everyone saw his grace    ...

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Venturing forth after weeks of isolation, 
Warm breezes brushed against my cheek 
I left behind sad feelings of desolation. 

The meadow near seemed no longer...

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Green maidens from the church of March
Ride gentle over northern gusts
Align a misty rainbow arch

Their mossy robes of clouds adjust
In frost tipped moonbeam's yellow glow
To...

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Hearts fill the universes on Valentine's Day       
Pink and red are everywhere             ...

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Spring is the moment of hope that embraces
The spirit with a glad, rousing devotion
Inspiration that fills the heart it graces

Summer is the time of gentle...

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Thinking memories back in my childhood 
Only the meaningful ones I recall 
I have so many, some bad and some good 

Camping in winter, spring,...

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I wonder why on winter night so cold
as darkness looms and daylight takes her bow
that I am feeling loneliness take hold.

I wonder what it is...

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I gaze up as you slowly come into view
above the horizon and into the sky,
painting the clouds in colors of every hue.

Blue birds awaken and...

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(N.A.A.F.I.  =  universal store, found on
every British military base)

On some bleak airfield on some Cambridge fen 
(that awful winter - 'forty-seven, I think)...

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