Winter Innocence Poems

All is pristine 
White lights twinkle,reflected on fresh fallen snow.
The black velvet backdrop of night
Enhances the perception of silvery glitter.
Each tiny flash excitedly gossips to...

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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...

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It's partial to Winter's bark gloom and weed bite—
Then comes Spring with his light massaging through stone,
In cold spots along her dark towering spine—
That lovers...

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The naked truth of hijacked leaves 
when tree reveals a mockingbird 
the wind with knives— the season’s thieves
applauds the loss of innocence 
soprano song his...

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Winter with thoughtful wings slips upon
When her voice is too frail to hold life—
Everywhere green, this light she's from;
In gentleness back the forest bites,
As feathery...

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As sensitive and as fragile 
As a mottled Butterflies tissue paper wings 
As gentle and tender as a teasing caressing arresting summer breeze
As transparent and...

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I wrote this poem for a writing assignment when I was in 12th grade- 1997. I've saved it after all these years...

The girl stood on...

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She, suffered in angst and a deep loneliness,
As her jasmined poertry, was new and just growing.
“What good are my poems regarding truthfulness 
or honesty?”
Against seas...

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(Christmas mantle, 2023)

The End of Innocence

I’m about to begin reading Don Quixote 
which will be a first for me,
but I know its gist,
and how it’s...

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My turn over, leafy cheek saw and salvaged
From Autumn's remains— this Winter's surgery,
White stitchery for washed-out color; dead cells...

      ...

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My chill flurries in 
the wind— with it, wild flower
Seeds to woo Winter....

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A hot apple pie— sample
Taste of trees; where aromas
More pungent and crisp never
Their Granny Smith smells.
...

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The rote shivery wind is Winter's maid—
she breaks heart to own the season's floor;
via frost's degrees in my throat,
while my glean lancet's chills burn.
I tape...

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Earth.

When winter tires of being cold
Of icy fingers and chattering teeth
And spring can no longer sprout,
Green shoots and buds of promise
Summer will intervene with balmy-
Days,...

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In the winter of my years, stands my barren tree
Its leaves stripped by autumnal winds
Against hope, it had one life left to give
I blew a...

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