Arbor Poems - Poems about Arbor

...Mrs. Crow Mutton has a mission – the Antarctica or bust. We were shocked when she ordered boots in red rust. She ordered a down winter coat with a print on it too. And a patterned knitted cap crea......Read the rest...

...The color palette has changed of the world . painters wispy brush clouds line clear calm sky. Day is cold and dry, Fine snow starts to fall. Plants have ceased budding bent, spilling over yet......Read the rest...

...Below the wrought iron veranda, a guitar translated the dark. Orchids unrolled their purple tongues to arbor the moon. We had quarreled earlier, now I lowered my head in your lap. Someone w......Read the rest...

...Arbor arch purple wisteria Brings reborn memories blooming Colors of rainbows bursting Delights of garden Enduring sacred mission of honeybees......Read the rest...

... I am a seed in the ground waiting for the sun to warm me and to wake me up I feel gentle taps of pluie soaking through the soil nourishing me I start to ......Read the rest...

... Most of us should know that the fourth Thursday, is called a Thanksgiving Day celebration. The first Tuesday after the first Monday, we elect the leaders of our nation. Maybe you even know th......Read the rest...

...The color palette of the world has changed. Wispy painters brush clouds line a clear calm sky. The day is dry and cold, powdery snow starts to fall. Flowers have ceased budding and spilling over i......Read the rest...

..."The flaming bowerbird (Sericulus ardens) is one of the most brilliantly colored bowerbirds. The male is a medium-sized bird, up to 25 cm long, with flame orange and golden yellow plumage, elongated ......Read the rest...

...Lost in a wistful arbor, where malaise blooms, Mists flower in hypnotic bleak violet dusks Shades of brooding melancholy Bruise my treasured bouquets of dreams And plod through ponderous mists ......Read the rest...

...We will meet aging in Ann Arbor, return to that time and place we almost broke up, when you left, when I almost killed myself racing through Michigan seeking my soul. This time we will reach......Read the rest...

...The city is dotted in little wooded sanctuaries. One on the corner of Forsyth and Luckie, a pair of twins on Hill St. If you’re lucky sometimes you can glimpse a group of four or more. I know of one......Read the rest...

...Lullaby Moonbow cradle songs Sing through sheer corona mists In grace notes of acapella hues While golden lunar lentos Of twilight lunar rainbows, Crowning Luna’s full face, Arch with andan......Read the rest...

...winter fog at dawn- cobwebs shivver necklaced to the hedge against the sky stark tree silhouettes - arbor assemblage unveiled......Read the rest...

...In the oceans of cherry tree blossoms Shades of pink and red ebb and flow like tides Prehensile tails curled tight, sleeping possums adorn the arbor eaves where she resides The southern summer ......Read the rest...

...I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail. October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer, dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth. Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils cutting through pi......Read the rest...