Best Roosting Poems

Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.              ...

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With the incoming sounds of spring, a resurrection of life,  
the chilliness flees. Quote _ by Poet 



Ready for a new season, Spring birds
Shake...

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When sleep deserted me
I crawled out of my bed unseen
To delve into the crevices of the dark
With the curiosity of an explorer
And the near comatose...

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It was glorious ...

A glorious, glowing morn ...
crimson crept up the sky, as if air-brushed ...
little round globs of fair-weather clouds tiptoed on the reach,
(so...

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Evergreen pines 
Evergreen firs,
Yellow moon size star rays shining through,
Nighttime in the forest.

Red cardinals mutter, mourning doves coo
On branches in sleep
Roosting in their wait for...

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MAUNDY THURSDAY

The Upper Room was hushed that night,
 	As frightened friends supped their last as one.
Shoving back the morrow
	When their leader would be gone.

This is...

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birds interesting
a collection from nature-
all so beautiful

The Storm Petrel's are small birds that seem to hover,
little sea birds that appear to be walking on the...

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Morning ignites a murder of white crows.
roosting in the loft of spruce, maple and oak.
Preening moon and star from death's fertile dream.

Ribbons of sunlight wrapped...

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MAUNDY THURSDAY

The Upper Room was hushed that night,
 	As frightened friends supped their last as one.
Shoving back the morrow
	When their leader would be gone.

This is...

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A spent sun withdraws from a sanguine sky
into the ebony blackness of space.
And birds roosting in trees no longer fly
as a ghost moon rises to...

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I'm sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
In a place we call the islands, beauty in capture finesse

It's late into the evening as...

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I stand at the top of my hill,
Spread my arms and fall and roll,
Over pavement, yellowing grass,
Into balls of trees of autumn.

Jasper, topaz, ruby, and...

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White is the landscape as far as I can see.
Ice is the brook that is in close proximity.
Nights are much longer than the days.
Toward the...

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Old Jake lived a mile or so below the falls.
He wasn’t  a hermit, or any other sect or sort.
He was just an old man;...

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Mused the owl roosting on a pine tree shoot,



   "My colleagues think I'm not very astute,



       But...

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