Best Alder Poems

I race for summer's setting sun
as crimson bleed the alder leaves
and still I run.  And still I run.

My rival, time, is yet undone.
Past pyramids...

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a rhyme for the spring equinox...

the hills are growing green beneath the snow 
white horses, shake the winter from your manes
the spring has come, the...

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He ran the palm of his hand across the canvas,
Felt its soft, smooth surface, excellent fabric.
It was well primed with gesso, and he was sure
The...

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She floats into a room and voices hush,
the silence at effulgence in her bloom,
as crimson rises to her cheeks in blush
to humble scarlet gardens and...

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(A Christmas Collage) 

The sun has set and night is stealing
Softly o'er the silent land,
While snowflakes slowly down are falling,
Shaken from an unseen hand.

To the...

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Finding Your Purpose / Mission
Written: by Miracle Man
6/29/2019

Age, causes insignificant things
To become amplified.

Because our bodies weren’t designed 
To last forevermore.

We’re forced to constantly struggle
As we...

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I shall not waiver nor will I digress
from gazing at these lambent hills of green
where mounds of grass like cobblestones progress
from creek beds where the...

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The parched sycamore leaf
Walked across the patio
Past the portal of my dwelling

The alder slab was immobilized
By a decorative door stopper
Arranged to let the warm
November day...

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Written for the Avebury Gorsedd, and the Equinox, Spring 2017

Can you feel her in the blood
The turning tides, the shifting of the skies
Or hear her...

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Concealed in a spring 
of honey dye on alder field, 
clipped wings and feet coupled, 
a broken appendage,
never to exhibit its grace 
and charm that...

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" I wandered lonely as a cloud "
                 ...

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Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls

Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite
Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt
Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit
Silver swells -...

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"The Lacemaker’s Muse"



There in my heart
the Lacemaker spins a web
The Muse trapped 
in Halls of Mirrors
turning heads
Tired Bees Buzzing
Honey for Loving 
Time for sleep
Time for...

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My grandad was there when I was little;
My grandad would always make me giggle;
Telling jokes, stories and tales, my grandads love has never failed.

In Alder...

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Alaska The Rarest Gem


                     Salmon...

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