Dogwood Poems - Poems about Dogwood

...what a lovely load! pretty calm shade of dogwood pink neat blossoms tree......Read the rest...

...February wasn't all wind and snow, around the corner the dogwood tree has bloomed before the Crack willow! Hummingbirds start warbling again, to awaken the old oaks in Lindenwood and remind t......Read the rest...

... Lord, save this unholy Baptist!? Her lactation, like mother's juice, slakes thirsty tongues with creamy gist. To flush her slick love-chamber's sluice, with corkscrew thumbs, and pr......Read the rest...

...There is a dogwood tree planted in our front lawn. It reveals its beauty with each glorious dawn. It was pretty when young, but lovelier with age. Majestic white flowers, like modeling on stage. ......Read the rest...

...It was strange the cars, like stand alones, all unoccupied, dotting the dark wet stained streets, the moon licking puddles like a stray dog thirsty checking its reflection for a friend, ye......Read the rest...

...Churches sit upon red hills And blue birdsong such a thrill Romantic eyes looks that kill Onyx night sky blue and still Lovely southern accent that rings In ears like song of sweetest dreams N......Read the rest...

... Amid colorful roses, and lovely dahlias, within a garden, I found my space in a corner, a wildflower bred by no one, Though my mistress wished to uproot me as a weed, I was firmly grounded......Read the rest...

...I was a youngster when my sight began to realize, When I viewed a tree of flowers that grew across the road. Whereas this time of beauty was forming within my eyes, Where the shapes and lines are ......Read the rest...

...I moved South from Seattle's rainy haze, To Atlanta's charm in the early 80s days. They called me a Yankee, a foreign soul, But Southern living soon took its toll. Sightseeing spots, reminders ......Read the rest...

... Ella peripherals the scene, instantly onboard. (A ship of fool.) An onlooker, a poor dead-wood, looks, to be particle_lurely bored. Then another quip came to her a......Read the rest...

...The trees will shortly sleep; for all we know may never wake, such is the bitter hold of winter. Leafless limbs soon leased by crow an echo of their canopy of gold; will whistle mournful, blown b......Read the rest...

...Do you hear it? Do you hear the nothingness Not a single word, not one solitary word at all So that a teardrop sobs in the void of emptiness Dogwood leaves scream as they plummet and fall Did y......Read the rest...

...September sun setting low, Fall in all its golden glow; Anticyclones hold transient sway As mist forms ,at the close of day. Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass In flower ,as pressure fills the barom......Read the rest...

...Foxglove faeries flitting freely, tiny little ethereal sweeties; picking blossoms to make hats, faerie boys make themselves spats. Mice, moths and butterflies, are there strictly to apprise......Read the rest...

...bucolic idyll watchful eyes on grazing sheep ~ attentive shepherd quintessence of grace gallop through pastoral field ~ ......Read the rest...