Snow Insect Poems

winter asks where are 
 ants crawling are they working 
below ground are they
~
are they nestled and
 warm this February morn
17 days from spring
~
hidden away...

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Where moonbeams dance upon the ice 
on frosted lakes of arctic flow,
a peaceful calm the night suffice
where moonbeams dance.

A tatted curtain veils the show
of dappled...

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You fascinate clearly
Once you're out of your hive
Flitting here, landing there
Keeping gardens alive

There's a sweetness, and yet
Nasty sting so beware
Your work all consumes 
As you...

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The funniest insect ever was wearing dreadlocks and a tam of red
He jumped up from the bowels of the forest saying “Hi! I’m Ned!”
I was...

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Mission, purpose, focus, Direction
  determined, persistent
  herky-jerky, near-frantic
      driven underground
      Buried by season's...

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Summer sallies in blazing hot
Gentle in approach it is not
Chilly Spring winds soon forgot

Scorching sun off cooling soil steams
Warming all the rivers and streams
Melting core...

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Poems about Butterflies and Bees



Flight
by Michael R. Burch

It is the nature of loveliness to vanish
as butterfly wings, batting against nothingness
seek transcendence...



Album
by Michael R. Burch

I caress...

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It's mid March
 And does anyone knows
where the ants go 
when it snows
And do they have a beating heart
And if so what does it...

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There is a bumble rumble 
 off in the bramble ramble jumble
 with bees hovering as the sedum flowers crumble,
 flowers perched in fading colors...

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cold and snow arrives
young praying mantes last bow
staring at the trees
content to see the egg sacs
holding their spring progeny...

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It was nearly 60 degrees
On the 21st of January,
On what should be
One of the coldest and snowiest
Days of winter
In Michigan,
But, instead,
After a month of mud
Unfreezing
And...

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Cold and snow fell upon the earth
 nature's marvel in winter tide's birth
 and I was sure the flickering would cease
that called each night to...

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All the leaves are browning, they'll fall before the snow
Underneath they're ploughing, so all is sure t' regrow
The insects get busy, they love this time...

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With bare trees dancing in the snow
As fields of white begin to melt
Fine blades of grass begin to show
As dawns first light on crystals felt
The...

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Verses in italics by Jesse Whitehead
Verses in normal font by Timothy Hicks



birds in tuxedos
marching through snow
stifled laughter
 
a pair of short legs
behind the coats
 
patient...

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