Barberry Poems - Poems about Barberry

... was a strolling through the heartlands and you are in the foliage Woodlands When I thought of the woodlands there are the trees never pining Death shall never come to the maples an......Read the rest...

...A November wind has roared for days. Dead garden stalks lay bent and frayed. The proud maple now stands undressed In drifts of yellow against the fence. Broken remnants lay on the yard; A scat......Read the rest...

...We like trees. Rocks. Crows. Trees are good. Shade. Food. Wood. If they leave, we'll leave, too. Snow. How come some there, none here. Sun can kill or be fun. God can't care abo......Read the rest...