Best Russets Poems

While sunrise bathes the early morning air
Illuminating new dawn’s loveliness,
Where mild rain tints the pure of crystal glare
To rouse shimmery boughs through June’s finesse.

Herein, aisle of florets displays its charm,
In brightest russets , in the mildest blues
Unfurling nature's waltzes that disarm
While showers of mist embellish...

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They're known by many names - taters, potatos, pertaters and spuds.
As a Hoosier lad I toiled hoein' taters and flickin' bugs off their buds!
So I was very well qualified when I entered the service, by and large,
When 'volunteered' for kitchen police to peel taters by...

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dissolving summers yield a muted sheen
and drawn-out shadows over meadows sprawl;
like dappled sunlight, golden peppered green,
the newly turning leaves sketch hints of fall,
in subtle hues at first, to softly blend
and blur the edge of treasured memories
with paths uncharted, yet to comprehend,
still ruffled by the scent...

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on an
old orchard wall
russets ready to fall-
deep pockets bulge with illegal
harvest...

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Such a lovely ebony woman
so deserved to be loved
more precious than rubies
she is mentioned in Proverbs
when she kisses me and smiles
clouds darken the skies of her eyes
her fragrant breasts become a garden

After such tender mercies are offered
where myrtle bloomed red and spikenard white
quivering in the...

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There is something strangely satisfying
About sweeping leaves in the wind.
A pure and pristine panacea for the soul.
As the impish zephyrs play
With a rustle of laughter
Tumbling through;
Sometimes for,
Some against, the action of my toil.
With the rhythmic swish of my broom
The breeze blows and the branches bow,
Scattering...

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temperatures drop ,daylight hours fly
on the lawn yellow leaves putrefy.

Pampas tinted old gold
bathed in the evening sun-
I siesta in  Fall shadows.

an old orchard wall
russets ready to fall-
pockets bulge with illegal harvest

Fallow deer feed at dawn and dusk,
Treading flat the beechnut husk

dank fog envelops
bonfire night-
the...

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My favorite wonders and magic found in each Fall
are the way colors of trees raptly begin to sprawl
Across the woodland paths that I like to wander
the season fills me with many poems to ponder

Blazing leaves of yellow against skies of Prussian blue
then russets and copper...

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The trees in the park today
Swaying in the breeze 
Saying goodbye to summer
And hello to autumn,
Clothed in their display of
Greens and browns and
Russets and yellows
That drift and flutter 
And slide to the ground
To form a soft carpet
At the footpaths edge
That rustles and crackles
And whispers underfoot
To...

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Looking out the window
Of the cancer ward
I see golds and russets
Way off to the distant horizon
Nigh a breeze gently swaying life
As the sun warms all colors
With its honey glow
I let my thoughts wander
Over lush hills and fields
Till peace pervades
And together become one



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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Autumn is approaching rapidly.
Already leaves of many trees become
Converted. Some are changing vividly
To crimsons, russets, shades of gold and plums.
The asters, goldenrods, gentians abloom.
The insects lethargy increasingly
Arresting to the eye. Their fate presumed.
Familiar fragrances bewitchingly
Seduce me, spurring happy memories:
The children celebrating Halloween.
The jack-o'-lanterns smiling bright...

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Awful avocados always
Breathe bitter blue breaths
Craving cardinal’s Christmas carols
Ditching deliberate dungarees during
Elusive extraterrestrial escapades.
Forsaking fitful Floridian flamingos,
Getting gaudy, gratuitous gnarly gifts,
Herewith having hilarious hefty hallucinations,
Imagining India’s illustrious indigo ideologies.
Jackals jerry-rigging jealous junking jackalopes
Kangaroos kissing kindly, 
Lamenting lovebirds likely leering 
Meandering muddobbers making merry,
Nevertheless necessary negotiations...

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Upon the final strains of Summer's swansong,
Autumn makes her appearance,
singing a harmonious hymn of hues
with scarlets, ambers, golds and russets,
the trees resplendent in their festive finery.

In the still pleasant air
the foliage falls as feathers, slow dancing;
an emerging carpet, chattering in the breeze,
sending sweet sounds of...

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The leaves are slowly changing
To their russets, reds and golds
As the temps start dropping lower
So that autumn thus unfolds.

The porches decked with pumpkins 
Or with bright and cheery mums
Are reminders to acknowledge 
Crisp and chilly weather comes.

My t-shirts have been folded
And my arms sport longer...

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Colors of autumn make me smile
Golden browns, russets, scarlets too
Sky today looks vibrant blue
Squirrels leap tree to tree
Gorgeous autumn day
Crazy pretty
Beautiful
Dainty
Fall...

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