Foxtails Poems - Poems about Foxtails

...Weeds~ what a nightmare! the pesky, bristly mean seeds; prickly spikelets......Read the rest...

...And Goat heads, cockleburs, and cow pies. These are the things we live with, in the country. Some you step on, some travel in your clothes, and some stink. Foxtails. That sounds so......Read the rest...

...Fox Hunting She turns tail to snake through the dust, parting orderly heads of corn, breathing heat and eating dark On her way to escape—she hopes— from the fox chasing her (a......Read the rest...

...On hot field days they wave to the flowers, And matching grasshoppers climb their stems, As pink butterflies visit in the lazy hours, While their sly namesake doesn't notice them! Frequently a ......Read the rest...

...Thoughts on California's drought The palpitations in this wash basin Do not belong to the wind or the sky, Or even the sea They are the eager feet of children Surveying and searching the ......Read the rest...

...On the south-western side of the old mission school, on the corner of 1st, where the blackberries grew a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with tracks It was riddled by goph......Read the rest...

...Walking across dry green fields grass knee high so rich so very dark, I lifted my scythe high and it swept over the meadow with sharp ease, Cutting the perennial clover as it filled the air with a sw......Read the rest...

...Walking across dry green fields grass knee high so rich so very dark, I lifted my scythe high and it swept over the meadow with sharp ease, Cutting the perennial clover as it filled the air with a sw......Read the rest...

...BY LYDIA BRESCIA JULY 2011 FOXTAIL TRAILS THE GENTLE WIND TOUCHES FOXTAILS OUTLINING THIS COUNTRY ROAD. THEY GLISTEN WITH SUNLIGHT POINTING OUT A DIRECTION YET UNTRIED. LIFE BECKONS LIKE THAT, TO......Read the rest...

...Skipping with rust streaked pails through knee-high foxtails bending to brush away white powdery puffs of dandelions gazing wistf......Read the rest...

...an icicle drip, drip, dripping away slips of spring sunlight gleams winter garb cast aside petticoats flash rays of gold glistening on the glen flicks of foxtails mewling mouths nuzzl......Read the rest...

...Somewhere in a dream, Serene and blissful from the start It comes to me again The two of us in love, and eagerly alone Breathlessly naive', and blissfully assured that we would be as one ...th......Read the rest...

...Patient clasps of hands, a master’s apprentice fumbling slimy worms in swirling streams, brook trout laughing at my folly. Atop of your back, sun soothing heavy eyelids stuffed like cottonballs, ......Read the rest...