Frosts Poems - Poems about Frosts

...The Song of Magpies by Lady Ho translation by Michael R. Burch The magpies nest on the Southern hill. You set your nets on the Northern hill. The magpies escape, soar free. What good are your......

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... As sunlight paints all in gold A cresting wave Along a distant bay Gulls cry high into a clear sky Its tyrannical son burns all away. Summer has come What beautiful decay As evening dies......

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...Withered wishes lick the sap of spring and loose all they've held, except all that dared to winter in a heart that clings where hope's tendrils grow tired and brittle and still ~ in t......

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...These are modern English translations of poems written in Middle English by Geoffrey Chaucer. The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue by Geoffrey Chaucer translation by Michael R. Burch When ......

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...A symphony’s no symphony if it is never heard A poem is no poem at all if it contains no word A rainy day’s a rainy day unless it brings some joy A prized possession’s valueless if treated as a ......

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...Welcome, Summer by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft, since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather and drive......

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...Glacial sent wet winds to chase out autumn radiance, Snowdrift saints powdered white many gardens, Leaving long flakes to peel open the morning ~ Secretly smiling... Morning emerged radiantl......

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...In October, I feel a nip in the air, that frosts my breath like contrails of smoke; as gilded leaves start falling from the trees. Overhead, a gaggle of honking geese are fleeing Winter's......

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...A rusted breeze ripens with early frosts Ill-fated trees wilt begetting their loss Rich fermented decay's putrified bloom Bidding farewell to the song of the loon The belching pond spurts summe......

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...Maude’s Last Stand (Rage, Rage, Rage against the dying of the light - Dylan Thomas ) They put me on the second floor Now uniforms pass by my door Starched and stiff they bristle by Sometim......

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...Night Labor by Michael R. Burch for Rachel Corrie Tonight we keep the flame alive; we keep the candle lit. We burn bright incense in your name and swear we’ll not forget— your innocence, y......

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..."Robert Frosts', friend, Edward Thomas was an indecisive fellow, until that one day they took the other road Edward wanted, and of course, Robert's piece was not Edward's choice to say th......

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...I know its Spring but it can still be cold at night so hold on putting things into your garden yet. The ideal time to plant things out is at the end of April anything planted before then runs the......

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... You swing onto the ramp of anticipation then sputter and stall, deceleration March, thy name is frustration Your southern breezes arise and tease ‘til night plunges the gro......

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...The spring of healing has its own anthem, It takes the sand and the sun to mold an ornament of time, Glaring upon the moving mirror that floats on cold water, Blinded by a blaze set by the sins......

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