Crabapple Poems - Poems about Crabapple

... Spring is the best time of the year for this old crabapple tree. Winters are too lonely and summers too hot. Autumn is nice but people prefer the lake or forest trails. But spring always brings vis......

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...My Valley Tucked away in the north-central part of the state, about ten miles or so from where the clear and slow-moving water of the Grand River mixes with the quickly rolling mud of the Missouri......

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...I was born in everlasting springtime, as happenstance often does to others, Like natural green halls wherein joy sings, to its wilder sisters and brothers. I was situated in mellowed sunshine, li......

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...Laurie’s favorite tree is blooming, And cold is in the air, Crabapple blossoms, pink like kisses, And I can only stare. How long now has it been my Love, Who made days blossom bright? Since you......

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...The Big Crabapple has a new lease Since the squeaking wheel gets all the grease Ventilators galore And still they want more For Trump's tax obligations to cease......

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...Areola of rose, blushing, blossoming, promising The thorny-stem whistles thirsty posthaste vain......

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...summer breeze tickling crabapple blossoms posted on July 19, 2018......

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...Not a leaf left on the crabapple tree instead little red apples hang like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Little red apples that spend most of the winter covered with snow waiting for the robi......

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...Tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth new moment of soil floods his open, seeking face each day the child learns a song of green rebirth. He beckons to the willow; wonders at her girth......

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...At first I thought you were just being nice To make a good impression on a first date. "Her true self needs time to break the ice," I thought as we talked until it was late. I saw you again, bu......

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...Reposed in the ghost of light below the dell Where brunette pine needles and thirsty oak leaves dwell, The wind hisses in the canopy Delivering dreams from the crabapple tree: The cotton white petal......

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...My Mother is silly; She fell in love with Billy, And they went to Italy Where it was chilly. They became married And my Mother carried Some berries, To make crabapple stew!......

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...Try as I might....I could not get it right Small fingers that stretched over the chipped ivory whites While scrunching her face, with that crabapple frown She would tap out the beat, with her eyes......

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...Snow swirling in winter air birds take to crabapple tree in limbs shaking the fruit everywhere Red now spread upon blanket of white still none view the snowcat in sight carefully she creeps th......

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...Try as I might,...I could not get it right My small fingers that fumbled over the ivory whites While scowling her face with that crabapple frown One, two, three, four...one, two, three four...., h......

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