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Death

...Quote :“The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.” Jean Paul 

 “What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the b...

Categories: crowfoot, death,
Form: Free verse

Lazy River

...willows in symmetry 
ripples in crowfoot 
swan goes with the flow...

Categories: crowfoot, peace, summer,
Form: Haiku

Summer Stream

...Dragonfly lands atop the stick that stands in gently flowing stream.
Bubble trains and dried leaf boats blow
and briefly strand before they slip between the stepping stones 
then skip beyond, wher...

Categories: crowfoot, beauty, creation, june, peace,
Form: Pastoral

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Spirit Animals In Flight

...Twilight Flight by Monty Wright



What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. 
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. 
It is the little shadow which runs ac...

Categories: crowfoot, animal, flying, nature, spiritual,
Form: Free verse

River Wye Weekend

...You came in a beat up old blue Landie

with tales of sleeping giants on your lips.

It was your first night in the cottage

when the Wye was skipping over stones,

dividing the spiked water m...

Categories: crowfoot, appreciation, beautiful, earth, family,
Form: Free verse

Where Red Kite Fly

...Walking ancient pathways on high chalk ridges,
Climbing steep sided valleys; sheep cropped slopes
Over rolling hills where the Red Kite fly
And Chalk Blue butterfly flit in sun warmed air.
Settle...

Categories: crowfoot, nature,
Form: Free verse

River Life

...River Life

     Between ancient rolling chalk hills the age old river flows

     Where orange and blue cloaked Kingfisher over chalk stream feeds.

     Water Voles hunt and the family of an ...

Categories: crowfoot, life, river,
Form: Verse

The Gardner

...-The Tree of Life- 

Featuring: Casarah Nance
 ~~I am beautiful on the inside you will see~~
   ~But really I am scarcely a tree in the woods.~
  
Beauty found a tree that sits and does not utt...

Categories: crowfoot, anti bullying, beauty, crazy,
Form: Alliteration

The End of June

...On a beautiful June morning very early we made our way down to the fields,
The men had scythes to ring in all the bustle for the annual hay harvests,
We were a merry bunch and we stripped down to the...

Categories: crowfoot, nature, light, light,
Form: Prose Poetry

The Scythe's Ring Across the Fields

...Sitting watching a June summer king establish his reign over hazy hills and dusty dales,
I could just hear a sharpened scythe's ring across green fields cutting away at the corn,
With the hustle and ...

Categories: crowfoot, nature, old, work, summer,
Form: Prose Poetry