Frond Poems - Poems about Frond

...murders rise on nights like these crows - in bushels cross and stitch the horizon dead painting dusk blind the shape of dark on nig......Read the rest...

...In yard inside my haven home structure appeared brown bear depressing during the darkest coldest times of the year color is absent fragrance non clear Blow the blossoms flowers are wi......Read the rest...

...Sukkot isn't over quite yet One more festival left by the name of Shemini Atzeret No tabernacle, no esrog, no lulav Jews just dance with the Torah ~ before God, dear......Read the rest...

...He pondered the Zen of when Longing for the now of then For had he not been told Live in the moment new and old Be of the pebble not the pond Lone dragonfly on dancing frond A motionless ......Read the rest...

..."Everything holds a tinge of beauty, something unique, but not everyone recognizes something beautiful." ~ by poet Some of th......Read the rest...

...Abandon through the flowing blue ice streams, then rise to thirsty trees and fields of dreams. Abandon in the beige fields of Indian red autumn, skeletal keepers lean ......Read the rest...

...on brink of summer an eager Painted Lady first to the party drifting pollen swathes golden contours round wood’s edge fox cubs exploring festooned with blossom blackbird trills in parad......Read the rest...

...I. They burgeoned above my nostrils With buds that obscured my visions They walled my head with fences Towered above my five senses Distant from myself, things looked too low Until I drew clo......Read the rest...

...Hung o'er for falls' sounding rush Fern frond on frond's, soft, slow; Skied for rain, or shoulder-high Downpoured, harem girl by. Of all a cool, fresh liquid Offering, last, sighed for Blesse......Read the rest...

...The poinsettia is a rare plant, indeed, Its vivid red leaves outperform its tiny flower, In Africa, it achieves the height of an oak tree Exploding in vivid red like a bedecked tower Decorated fo......Read the rest...

...Rex and Rita went to catch fish, Carrying with them safe steel dish; Though did not know the art, Both fancied playing smart, Could not, yet, fulfill their core wish...! Pond should be trouble......Read the rest...

...deep within the dimly lit bush totara trees, tall and straight envelop the tangled undergrowth roots and leaf mold cool damp earth ahead caught in a pat......Read the rest...

...Kabodlute loved to toot on a three fingered bamboo flute, In his backyard, under a tree, folks would see his three fingers running free. He wanted to be famous when grown and have ......Read the rest...

...I use to wonder what it’d be like to talk to the animals…those on the ground and those that soar so high above…to speak the language of the dolphins, the eagles the elephants and the doves… I was ......Read the rest...

...I well recall the old farm pond With winter ice and fernlike frond Where I was baptized long ago, After they scraped a drifting snow Across the road and field beyond. There remains......Read the rest...