Fiddleheads Poems - Poems about Fiddleheads

...WE ARE CANADIAN, EH? We came across the Bering Strait twelve thousand years ago. We didn't linger long up there – 'twas 99 below! We wandered south while looking for a Timmy's 'round each bend,......

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...The fern spreads out to form a perfect fan, A pleasing show with pristine symmetry. Proud fronds with discipline, a splendid sight And offspring fiddleheads are unfurling. On verticals the ivy......

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...the leaves of autumn once vibrant against october's gray slate and windrowed against long forgotten stone boundaries - once kicked and shuffled through on the wooded path that leads to no......

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...Craziest Time at the Time of Spilled Soup I spilled a bowl of vegetable soup – Slipped on the shiny waxed floor; The scene I saw made my muse utter expletives – Fainting in horror at the ki......

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...I know it's there somewhere beyond the clouds, beyond the snow which gently floats and falls on arborvitae's shoulders like a shawl and o're the face of summer with a shroud. Above where prayerfu......

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... Debris underfoot Pathway winds through bluebell wood Dappled sun lights way. Fiddleheads unfurl Moss grows green, trees stand tall Stately Queen Anne's Lace. Seasonal rotation ......

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...Maybe, if everyone behaves themselves, If the snowpack is deep and thick around elm and maple, And the tourists didn't stay away for lack of snow. If the temperatures stay cold at night, and warm ......

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...An adjustment of ageless allure, Buzzing bees, chirping birds, Conversations confused, girls play coy. Disconcerted; demanding; desire. Early stages evolving each day, Form like fiddleheads frol......

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...By the time the fever set in, The leaves had already turned, Turned that is, into the colors, Already there beforehand. — The bursting verdant stickiness, Of nipple spring, June’s coy leaf......

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...Haiku 67 cool mist’s embrace Smoky Mountains hiding morning miasma white dogwood flowers Tennessee deep forest shade fiddleheads unfurl......

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...new fiddleheads rising their leaves skyward— wildfire near Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen......

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...Oh, the incessant noise, the jibber jabber, civilization’s cure for loneliness, the panacea for boredom. If only, if only, “You’ve got male.” would be an answer. Ah, but no… Tweet on, “Oh shi......

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...Oh, the incessant noise, the jibber jabber, civilization’s cure for loneliness, the panacea for boredom. If only, if only, “You’ve got male.” would be an answer. Ah, but no… Tweet on, “Oh shi......

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