Crisp Poems - Poems about Crisp

..."I am nobody," the whispering breeze, A silent echo among the trees. Who are you, in this vast expanse? A solitary soul, or part of the dance? "I am nobody," the stars reply, A flicker of ligh......Read the rest...

...Inspiration is soothing. Like a breeze that lands it’s crisp wings on the perspiration on your skin. Like a deep breath after holding no air in your lungs too long. Like a long awaited cup o......Read the rest...

... Beyond softest poetic muse, the garden sighs a breathless trust into the heart, remembering that God, in His great design, singled out the gardener for the joy that defines the flowin......Read the rest...

... All is pristine White lights twinkle,reflected on fresh fallen snow. The black velvet backdrop of night Enhances the perception of silvery glitter. Each tiny flash excitedly gossips to their n......Read the rest...

...When I was younger, days moved softly, an endless waltz of hours beneath the cherry blossoms where I walked alone, convincing myself that solitude was sweet, that love was for the others. ......Read the rest...

...Oh, the 1990's, songs by Seattle grunge, and boy band's romanticism. Daughter was a cheerleader beauty, blonde effervescence. Petite strength, with her smile of enthusiasm, tossed up in adoles......Read the rest...

... I stopped to admire the stars this morning long before my walk was through. When the moon has set and the sky is clear it’s something I often do. As I stood there gazing up…there…in the blink o......Read the rest...

...Jump, thump, six graders jump from stone to pebbly stone. Chirp chirp the robin flies Across the sky alone. Crunch chunch the graveled feet, Sh. . . shoo, a breathy whisper, Hard, cold bench fo......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pausing next to tall brush and oak trees, I hear the calls of a bird in the immediate environment around me. This little bird is singing a simple melody, t......Read the rest...

...White as Snow All is pristine. White lights twinkle,reflected on fresh fallen snow. The black velvet backdrop of night Enhances the perception of silvery glitter. Each tiny flash excitedly g......Read the rest...

... It was easy in the end, to get up and go out into the garden and feel the patched sunlight shine and blink upon my face, take in the crisp smell of damp earth and leaf left after the rain. ......Read the rest...

... the ivy crunches ‘neath my boot cold sounds that crisp the winds a snow has left its whitened soot not just the ground but with age found my head and cheeks … a......Read the rest...

...she had a fiver in her pocket but couldn’t flip it, like in days of old then without those satin liners a hole seized what little she had and she leaned over to find a useless penny engraved w......Read the rest...

...“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.” - J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird Robins, wrens, sparrows, quivering, ye......Read the rest...

...As spring leaps forward And winters shroud Is cast back The putrid stench of earthy damp soil And the litter of fallen leaves death and decay Along with freezing damp foggy mist that bites Fade......Read the rest...