Best Sumac Poems

Cathedral woods.
Sunlight streams
through stained glass windows—
mosaic of yellow and red.

Tree pillars
hold up the sky dome,
wind organ whispers.

Orange and crimson,
sassafras and sumac
light the path.

On the altar...

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Memories of autumn linger still
The pale sun loiters on the hill;
A prodigal year now grown old
Is gathering all her days of gold.
Flocks of birds now...

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How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence...

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"Lovely Lady, Lovely Autumn"
                   By Rachel Heffington

Lovely...

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The ground rumbles, ominously, I'm on the steep side of a Mississippi River Bluff, mid-August, gathering bursting crimson red trophies of Staghorn Sumac for my...

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I’ve seen her out there stretching and reaching
Word flights of whimsy ire and fire bare and brazen
Whilst I down  and clumsy totter to reason’s...

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Many many moons ago
leaving the porch
of a south-facing canyon,
I hiked to a place 
where the foothills
narrowed,

Where the asphalt road
ran astride the reservoir lake
into which kingfishers
dived...

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black snakeroot, yew, cocklebur, poison (ivy, oak, parsnip, sumac, ryegrass, hemlock), blister bushes, daffodil, mayapple, lilium, jerusalem cherry, indian licorice, deadly nightshade, christmas rose, bleeding...

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Potato Mountain

I will arrive
an habitual escapee
from the rabbit warrens
of central planners

By ferreting north
in search of
breaks in the maze
rifts in the grid

I will follow
a stream beside
the...

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Leaving my home in the city
Gray lonely,and faceless
When the sun did shine
We'd run to the corner of 166
By Moes candy store
And jump into our neighborhood...

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Haiku 97
	
	
	first frost
	windblown red sumac
	glistens...

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Absolute science and art of being whole
           at one and under no delusion that
 ...

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Slow Dancing the Past
            by Odin Roark

Shadows of yesterday frozen
Even as high noon’s blazing...

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Picasso painted me ugly.
Two lips slung over a rusted hanger.
One eyebrow burnt for attention's sake.
Let's tell Grandma how much fun we had today.
Picasso is still...

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Sumac burns bluffside
                White Pelicans unfurl flight
   ...

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