Dogwoods Poems - Poems about Dogwoods

...dogwoods of vermillion augustness of waning summer lion turquoise pools empty ......

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...My first cry echoed out in a metallic hospital room. The magnolias and dogwoods were in full bloom. Through the years I grew hardy and strong. A car crash enlightened me to my own mortality. It......

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...Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip. Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon? Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias, the......

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...In the early spring, the red sun rises A warning to sailors of storms on the horizon Cold mornings greet us with a shiver But warm afternoons embrace us with a kiss Different h......

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...A flock of robins land Devour all the worms Eat the oak's acorns small And swiftly disappear Come again as spring enthralls A flock of robins land Upon the green front lawn Trees......

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...I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change, Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged. Studying the said effects on the biosph......

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...Aspen leaves flutter like birds as a breeze ponders the lake's surface and I brush away a willow leaf of cold jade. Soon there will be a face in the moon with its familiar brow arched over what ......

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...I was a professional, melodic dance instructor, at the flowery prime of the art, And I taught its various, elegant styles, sweet joy of valuable living to impart. The noble old classic styles wil......

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...surrendering buds delicate petals of may ~ veiled in bridal white......

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...Down where lavender wisteria hangs Dogwoods' white blossoms add grace and beauty Wispy clouds fan brushed across could boomerang Bring snow to springs' start, lay out death's duty <......

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...Remember when we walked across the field Leaves of autumn crunching beneath our feet The color of the trees was what appealed Maybe to be alone, our love complete Those red and yellow......

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...sunset I'm leaving the birds are headed my way far past the dogwoods beneath twinkly skies out past the emerald lane beyond Silver Lake the gleeful hour waits in peach sky rosy morning wh......

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...I believed in fitness and healthy living, including obtaining sufficient sleep, To revel for years in buttery sunshine, which makes emerald willows weep. I consumed only healthier foods, includin......

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...Traveling along country roads for many miles. Early morn's sun blinding my eyes. Outside chill blocked by the internal warmth of the truck and swiftly the miles fly by my eyes. azaleas......

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... Entombed in the winter to burst forth in April; their petals bear shadows of crosses and nails. Some think Augusta; I image Golgatha: bread of life broken and all that entails. Gl......

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