Cloaks Poems - Poems about Cloaks

Fey leaf cloaks are being created by faerie artisans in the midst of the veil Maple tree is smiling, recognizing many of the offerings from his own limbs Sycamore takes credit for a few, as does elm, but fir tree is silent Thinking his offerings are not good enough, is something wrong with him? It is not you, he...

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Fey leaf cloaks are being created by faerie artisans in the midst of the veil Maple tree is smiling, recognizing many of the offerings from his own limbs Sycamore takes credit for a few, as does elm, but fir tree is silent Thinking his offerings are not good enough, is something wrong with him? It is not you, he...

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Cloaks of Presumption Three Steps to the Bench. Three steps. Enrobed in black, as though to mourn their sorry role, The Judges Ascend Somberly attired, as if grieving their dastardly work, The Judges Ascend In the most solemn garb, as if wishing an epitaph to their horrific duties, The Judges Ascend They are charged, with a terrible task: To decide the life of...

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Only if I allow you-how to find the answer we must enter a trance first. Run backwards in circles and sing that one song and dance. That they speak of through speakers that pierce through virgin ears. You are sure you know who you personally refer to as them. He is me and you are him. Together we...

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The trees are naked now Branches shiver in the wind Bold strokes of orange Paint the purple sky Brittle grasses cling together Backs turned to the chill Like monks at prayer Clad in cloaks of brown Landscapes in decline Mourn the death of flowers In garden graveyards Tears of rain weep upon their seed It is gone, I feel the pain Of summers loss, beauty spoiled A single...

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