Best Coltsfoot Poems

In waste places beside the road
Coltsfoot grows in fertile till.
A smallish flower no higher than a toad
Its habitat seems to fit the bill.

Not expecting a...

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A
son 
before
the father-
yellow precedes green...

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- 2016 -

- JANUARY -

A freezing cold evening

Where the stars shining bright

With frost blade flanks

From mouth and nose steam

In the clear silence

White untrodden snows

Nature's frozen...

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I value the ability to live independently
Most sacred to me
is the freedom and my health
- every breath of dawn, is like a diamond
I open the...

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Spring marks the end of winter and start of summer
It is lovely with colorful contrasts
Norway is a long country with a lot of mountains and...

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The temperature fluctuates between mild spring days to rain or even snow. Nature wakes up, and the buds slowly sprout on the trees. Coltsfoot pop...

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Lost my energy... tired and exhausted in my body
  My longing drives me like a high fever
  Just the thought .... feel a...

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Scents
Coltsfoot
Dare to dream 
Nature's glory
Wealth









10.04.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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1-2-3-4-1...

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THE   FLOWERS   WELCOME   THE   QUEEN 



Spring returns  to my garden and the  Golden Queen
Once ...

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In a house high on a hill an old man grows weak, many years have gone, he lays in his old bed,
Back in the day,...

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Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head,
It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street...

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Don’t let the worms touch the brittle petals,
Just blow them to my empty palms
As gentle dream. I can no longer settle
Be lonely as a leafless...

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Blowball and cankerwort,
words born from a common tongue.
English is most practical
when it is rustic and colloquial.
Lions tooth, priests crown,
moles salad and pee-a-bed.

‘Swine snout’ snorts loud...

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As March sets in people are eager to work in their rural gardens and fields,
The earth turns up fresh and mellow and there is beauty...

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FLIGHTS OF FANCY PHRASIS 3
Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
gorse,crusted yellow, weeping willow
rush patterned lace pastures a pastel green.
Buttercup,daisy&comely cowslip mingle
&mix in fellowship swaying pelts of...

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