Best Crisp Poems
From blade of grass to the tip of twig,
The white dust of winter fall’s.
Frenzied flakes move in lost abandonment,
Finally pitch on fence and wall’s.
On the throat the rasping of cold crisp air,
The sound of snow crunching underfoot.
As the day grows short , and night draws in,
Now the journey homeward took.
Familiar shapes come into view,
There outlines soften by the snow.
What once were roofs ,now don white overcoats,
With ice jewellery now on show.
The old mill wheel lies motionless,
So still the little stream.
Held fast by Jack Frost clutches,
In a Christmas greeting scene.
Chinks of light through windows,
Gives some comfort and delight.
Cast a beam with an incandescent glow,
On white grains as they glisten bright.
At the door the latch clicks open,
And with thud is now latched again.
Keeping winter firmly on the out side,
withIn, thoughts of summer to retain
crisp wind dips low…
trembling on hammock
of rosette sky
along vast dome…
feathery air ripples
like scalloped leaves
winged azure glints…
lifting tufted veil
in autumn’s dance
SKAT's Contest: October Sky
8/25/2015
Colors loosen
Contours wander
World tilts
Just a little
As if trying to hear
Its own heartbeat
crisp - fall - swift - cloudburst
soaks camouflaged covered earth…
teasing undergrowth
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fall
Enjoy
the colors
A sure winner
smell of fresh crisp air
At its most beautiful
Darkness and cold are coming
Distant memory of summer
When the wind howls and disturb your dream
30/08/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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harmony of earths woodland
Heart's sorrow and joy
Nature is a place where you can reflect
The deep sense of the place, expand your concept of beauty
Try to capture the beauty of nature and all that lies within
Season of colors
with a warm passionate fire
Her wet lips of wine
The symbiotic bond between humanity and the earth
Nature is the main theme of your life, interesting and exciting
How often has romantic poetry been written by love to nature
The clear sparkling nights
A return with new stories
leaf falling gently
12.09.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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A September chill pierces the morning
cutting through my open window.
Sharp air nips past naked ankles
as Autumn nibbles into my day.
Wasps sift September with regret
buzzing the fading scent of roses.
Tart apples sweep mellow branches
savouring a wind sweetened rain.
Chestnut burrs bristle spiny green
pregnant with mahogany clusters.
Crumpled leaves huddle in garden corners
crunching crooked for warmth.
MMC © 2011
red feathers shimmer
on frosty coated pine boughs ~
crisp cardinal croons
meteors
shooting stars
the Pleiades
Orion's Belt
the Little Dipper
the Big Dipper
stars
galaxies
the moon
satellites
police helicopters
sirens
a bullhorn
time for breakfast!
The susurrus breeze
of spring’s ingénue trees
now rasps and wheezes,
rustling sparse leaves as
the trees, now crones,
rest brittle bones,
primed for winter’s coming.
The scent of THE Autumn Breeze
has me begging on my knees
with THE RADIANT glow of the sun
I always knew you were the one
I see our hearts beating as one
WILL you come to me,
and make me free
HOW beautiful, and the
night belongs to you and I
I will never deny the love I have for you
only you can make me feel brand new
embracing the crisp morning air, we began
sharing our love until the midnight, turns into day
I don't ever want this love to fade away
sending chills down my spine,
what a Beautiful moment in time
Sweet sentiments stir softly between lovers
Whispering winds woo the weeping willow’s limb
Love and warmth linger between the crisp covers
No longer walking along death’s scary rim
Moonlight moments in midnight’s dewy druthers
Silken strands of starlight illuminate him
Sonnet of love in romantic language spun
Tapestry of lovers, two hearts beat as one
Crisp nights, heavy dew, coming soon
Smoke trail of swallows southward fly
Fruit boughs droop under harvest moon
Corn towers up to touch the sky
Fall speckles in the trees on high
Crisp nights, heavy dew, coming soon
Fat melons ready for reaping nigh
Chill spooks asylum of common loon
Not one hundred by afternoon
Imperceptibly shorter day
Crisp nights, heavy dew, coming soon
Ranchers bailing last cut of hay
Back to school--holiday can't stay
Football practice all afternoon
Prettiest birds all fly away
Crisp nights, heavy dew, coming soon
Hint of Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Entered August 17, 2022
Crisp mornings are here
Summer seemed so very short
soon the snow will fly.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.18/2013
I planted seeds back in March of this year and I didn't get to see all of my plants come out. I'm hoping, maybe, next year.
Lattes and Crisp Croissants
Lattes and crisp croissants
soft scented hair she flaunts
her signals never clear
beyond confusing
masquerade in whispered tempt
of café musings.
“Just because I said so!”
That’s all you have to know.
Wet heat of love’s fast fading flames
extinguished memories without trace
empty death of barren canyon
catharsis - reflected in the poets face.
John G. Lawless
9/13/2015
submitted to TITLES – Poetry Contest
//five titles//
Catharsis
Just Because I Said So
Café Musings
The Poets Face
Empty death of Barren Canyon