Best Cattails Poems

Every year from spring through fall, if you peered between the cattails you could see the swans in the center of the pond, head to...

Read more of this work...

~
Impatient, are the waters, that ripple in the stream
Taking no notice of one all alone
They continue to flow, to swirl, twist and turn
They pay no...

Read more of this work...

 Dragonfly, shiny
Windup toy, in flight, you dance
Among the cattails....

Read more of this work...

How wonderful it was when young to stray
and find sweet springs to sip from  on my way;
to get to stroll down summer lanes and...

Read more of this work...

In the dog-days of summer of so long ago
there were bear-hugging moments I like to recall
Like leafing through pages of ram-shackle books,
that are dog-eared, and...

Read more of this work...

Impatient, the river, no time for submission
Taking no notice of one all alone
It continues to flow, to swirl, twist and turn
It pays no attention, thinks...

Read more of this work...

Dawn gently woke the sun on this humid morn
He yawned with splayed fingers of tepid light
dappling brown cattails along the lake's edge
and golden wings of...

Read more of this work...

My darling sweet, wake to me!
A beautiful melody
is your morning treat.
Wake and hear the euphony
coming from a leafy tree.
Look, my darling sweet,
and a goldfinch you...

Read more of this work...

Shallow edged with twigs, and sodden leaves
The odors of the earth, green moss and peat
The roots of quiet trees and rotting logs
The crumbling bank where...

Read more of this work...

Swamps are like places where dinosaurs roam  
shadowed by ancient moss-draped trees.        
A prehistoric world in shades...

Read more of this work...

snow geese
swaddled in clouds
winter moon

Published - Cattails - Spring, 2016...

Read more of this work...

Dawn gently woke the sun on this summer morn
He yawned with splayed fingers of tepid light
dappling brown cattails along the river's bank
and gilded the wings...

Read more of this work...

On the  gurgling  remains of Winter 
as she seeps back into the earth  
on a path around a lake 
flanked by the...

Read more of this work...

In the marsh the cattails sway,
Brave brown brushes standing tall.
Feet firmly planted in their muddy bed..
Giving shelter there to big and small.

Here the blackbird builds...

Read more of this work...

MAYFLY

I’m shadow’s child,
grown on the lake,
by women on their own.
The reedy cattails, 
and brown mud pots, 
occupy my time.
I’m taller now, 
and skinny too,
like some...

Read more of this work...