Crisping Poems - Poems about Crisping

... Length of days begins to wane, twilight quickens and moonlight obeys the seasonal call of nature. The time is half past summer, two months till fall and the warm splayed fingers of ......

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...Close up, The universe goes red Below and overhead is the sound of thunder And the rumbling belly of the beast down under. Close up, it is a blinding hue, and burning, you shout and shiver. To......

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...I saw a leaf today in the up-draft -- one last dance and lift before the Fall Finale; crisping and fading, flaking...but only an illusion of death, for we know the chemistry, and the maje......

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...I can hear the wind making snowballs fading leaves crisping chattering acorn crazed squirrels a soft rustle of chilled bird feathers I can see low hanging branches offerings to short nibbler......

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...Far away by the oceanside I sit and watch the seagulls fly inside a pale orange sun that has yet to warm a reposing sand Over by the boardwalk the air still hums of yesterday's feet two youngster......

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...in its umber amber mellows where sunburnt veins stretched in parched meanders where greens decay has bit with fangs stretch lost in my footsteps crisping crunch and autumns orchestra growls in ......

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...Annabel walks her eight legged friend On a leash for the sake of safety into town On a cold day born straight from autumn At least the chill will keep them on the narrow The birch tree shares h......

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...Autumn has always awakened the artist in me with its bold palette of crimson, umber and gold. Ruffled russet gowns, once adorning tree limbs lay wrinkled and scattered across the forest ......

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...Petals are withering on late blooming roses My Summer garden is beginning to fade Maples are shedding their last clinging leaves Amber fields are ready for Fall's gathering There's a faint chi......

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...Fantasmal Walk back into line limes and lemons keeping time So like crisping bacon or drinking wine Out of the box ...can you spare a dime? Touch me with your lust devine Hating you!...with each......

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...Autumn in the leaves Speckling change with crisping dew when a season done with green (as earth's sky paling blue) putting to rest the old making way for God's new; I finger the age-spo......

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...Clutch me with the scepter of love once again kiss me with the lovely kisses of thy mouth Let our memories of love shine in our heart luminously like the eye of the earth let it again burn l......

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...In village Taraigh smoky limbs - gaunt grey arms akimbo twirl an' sweep from stumpy stacks, peep faces from chimneys to dark night falling whilst 'draggled' owl cedes to instincts navigation n......

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...Each reel of snowflake leaves behind, fine traces of her glowing days, a melancholy cast of mind, while color sets the world ablaze. Where flies a gold and opal whirl, as the moon's lullin......

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...Desert Life And Ice Sand, granular dust, polished white by fire in the sky Bones of the old camel scorched as well Scattered about the dunes in broad day light By the red sun punishing the wast......

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