Best Dapples Poems

Sunlight falls in breezy dapples
across your lichened stone,
solace now I seek in chapel’s
old yard while we’re alone.

It brings my heart back, being here -
love; that I remember,
the autumn brings a tender tear
season of September.

Neath supple sways my prayerful praise
I offer you a hymn;
may dreams evergreen...

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Oh look here— behold a dandelion woman
the original wild flower!
I go where I want to go
I grow where I want to grow —
don't matter if   y o u   say no

dandelion wine summertime
relax and recline —  remedy just-in-time
I’ll intoxicate all your...

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Ah, the fortitude of a circle
the circular wisdom 
of  spring to summer  fall to winter  
the spinning wheel’s twist of threads -
at once both self-reliant and reliant

my soul to embryo  seed to seedling

the mettle it takes for the genesis;  
for...

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I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail.
October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer,
dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth.
Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils cutting through pines
whose needles’ sweet scent
              ...

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Initially, it appears
Jackson Pollock's interspatial painting
"Ocean - Tribute,"
overtly oversteps the boundaries of abstract art.
And the eye struggles
to validate its bewildering beauty,
hidden amongst the dribbled droplets of chaos!
But then, seemingly spontaneously,
the blobs and dapples of color
intermingle; you see
a kaleidoscope of shapes
and forms merge and disperse
into limitless...

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On a sunny spring day
the songbirds sing sweet songs
while the wildflowers bloom.
And pink apple blossoms,
release a sweet perfume.

On a sunny spring day
the air smells fresh and clean,
like a tropical breeze.
And green inks every scene,
even the tops of trees.

On a sunny spring day
Dandelion seeds spread;
ubiquitous flowers.
And...

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How humbly hover honey bees
betwixt and 'tween as flowers preen
in April's opalescent sheen
and petals palpitate in breeze.

Beside an arbor's graceful ease
of roses splayed in promenade
with poppies sprayed across the glade
how humbly hover honey bees.

While lilies lilt beneath the trees
the sunlight dapples daffodils
that pose in pots...

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As warm as sunshine and as cold as ice,
Nature's the mother for whom the birds sing.

Strolling through the woods, I embrace Autumn's
tactile and ethereal sensations.
From a crackling carpet of fallen leaves
to the smell of rotting logs and fungi,
Nature's presence is all-encompassing. 
And a chorus of...

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Steel Gray skies with threatening rain and restless wind
My breath gathers as mist on the inside of the window pane
...as I watched for the school bus

A slender birch tree with spiral scars 
of flayed bark against its white skin
like curlicues of sharpened pencil shavings

Still clutching...

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Dawn's light roused me from morning mist
Upon my breast, his amber pendant lies
Gently awakened when warmly kissed
as sunlight dapples across my sleepy eyes

Upon my breast, an amber pendant lies
I stand at my window in a whisp of a gown
as sunlight dapples across my sleepy eyes
I...

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April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets;
Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise.

April lived with parents and older sister, in the sunshine of a valley;
And petals wore dew pearls and fragrance, all along the green alley.

April and...

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The leaves of the fern
Begin the rhythm of the forest.
The music of the woodland floor
Pulsates to the rise of the sun.

The morning...mists dissipate in silent beats
Playing to every lead from the composer above.
Dapples of light pierce the canopy
Dancing atop the undergrowth’s skin.
Reflective light serenades...the complimentary
Colors...

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OF MOTION and STILLNESS

The meer now seen in frantic action spate
The feathered life all bustling with a will
Intent on search for food or for a mate
Active throughout, no place for body still
 
The constant motions all across the lake
Speak clearly of a powerful intent
Survival that...

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The Seasons of the Sun ©

angle of fall’s sun
so different from spring’s rays
dapples the sun porch

end of hot summer
the crisp, sharp tang of fall’s breath
smokes the air about

a waiting for sleep
under the blanket of snow
until  spring sun beams

Trisha Sugarek
World of Haiku...

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Fall Opens the Door  (Haiku)

morning sun dapples
trees in a  polka-dot dress
shines soft green and light

chill hint of autumn
smells of summer, loam, and pause
visions of winter

sap returns from leaves
to store deep in the tree heart
yellow, red, orange, burnt

Trisha Sugarek from
The World of Haiku...

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