apples
reddish yellow
falling tumbling rolling
freshly baking tasty sweetest
lovely
I always think about you
From morning until night
Then always dream about you
Until the break of light
I always bring your coffee
Though to an empty bed
But still you always take it
If only in my head
freshly filled birdbath
brown thrasher splashes, splashes....
cold November morn
There's no beautiful
Than picking freshly flowers
In every morning.
So much passes unnoticed,
fails to attract an eye or an ear,
excite the senses enough
to interrupt the mind's endless
chatter conducted within
the windowless walls of itself.
Too often, a walk is no more
than an exercise in navigation,
vague passage through
a dreamlike world of shapes
floating the outer regions
of what really matters,
your own thoughts.
Time thickens a spun
cocoon. The day in all
its glory remains out there,
sunlight golden on the trees,
the smell of freshly cut grass,
birdsong filtering
through autumn leaves -
more distant now
from the tightening enclave
you slowly weave.
Freshly fallen flakes coat the land
and everything in sight.
Suddenly, Nature seems so bland,
when whitewashed white on white.
Color change completed
Autumn has retreated:
its pallet: depleted.
A clean canvas takes
freshly fallen flakes.
I am freshly painted
Feeling smug
Upstaging the walls of my cottage
I am feeling new
They are old
I am arrogant about it
No one chastises me
They are kind
It makes me feel guilty
I suggest they could use sprucing up
They laugh at my young self
Pointing out their love of being aged
I suddenly feel too fresh
Too new
Too modern
Relax say the walls
Just be you
We love you the way you are
Sage advice from the ancient ones
I settle down
Attempting to age as fast as I can
Fruitful faeries flying freshly frightenly faraway
Flashing flea-bitten furry fireflies fantasy fey,
Faux flash-dancing flowery figs flowing flippantly free,
Ferocious fierce foursome fruit-flies flying fantasy’s flea.
Fast-fingered flicker formidably frugally fit flexible.
Frosting frilly flounder’s fluorescent fetish fully fixable.
Fanciful freckled fathomably frosted filly fibs flitting,
Fashionable forcefully fanatical farmhand fuzzily fretting.
Fun-loving, flippant foolhardy fivefold finger’s foghorn.
Fooled fellow’s fervent fleecy foppish fire fuzzily forlorn.
Fantastical fanged frolicking fishy fuzzy fickle frills.
Fixes froggy’s fanciful fanned fox figs from freezing Frankfort.
ah, the smell of bread!
freshly baked
yum! mouth-watering...
Baker's Dozen Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
5/3/5 Syllable Count
Date written and posted: 10/13/2018
Do you believe in miracles
Do you want the angels to land on your eyelids
Does it feel like a frosty breath is merely a conglomeration
And simultaneous expulsion of ghosts
The shared air of time
Elements refuse to expire
I believe we are the miracles of many elemental interactions
The essence of the deepest bonds
We can dance easily when hands intertwine
You are the gods
The fire from within the mitochondria proves it
Dust of the sun
With a dusting from the cosmos
Green life
Blue life
Blue-green algae
Yes
Pines release their yellow pollen
Gold coats all surfaces
Unaware of the freshly grave dug
Sadness family faces
A lovely spring day for some gathered
Rain clouds for others there
Standing side by side each person
Of emotions unaware
Yellow swallowtail butterfly
Floats 'pon spring's breeze
A pleasant surprise on this day
Graces the grave with ease
New life expressed through its soft flight
Yellow, bright, and sunny
Much like the deceased's pleasant life
She lived quiet and homey
Im feuchten Neuschnee
Äste neigen sich zum Boden
Nahe der Grenze
Freshly fallen snow
Branches bend down to the ground
Close to the border
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