Leaf Mold Poems - Poems about Leaf Mold

...11/14/22 It needs to be correctly retold The problems came three fold In came an extreme cold Across the land beginning to seize hold Giving nearly ever leaf mold Nearby a market where there ......Read the rest...

...November's a lovely month when leaves turn crimson and gold, but I was nearly smothered, covered by three feet of leaf mold. Being so short, my cohorts raked a pile of them over my head, then ran ......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...

...“Just a minute, can’t we finish this game, We may set a record for gold coins claimed,” Say them to your offer of trowel and seeds – “Oh, no, I’m dead, another game, please!” For planting a ga......Read the rest...

... Leaf Mold Thoughts for 10-27-2016 Soon I’ll be viewing naked trees, Leaves will lie inactive on the ground. Moved only by a northerly breeze, Often betrayed by a rustling sound; I......Read the rest...

...The holiness is here under the trees in the space that yearns for stars in the leaf mold beneath the snow in the low flung fog rising toward the day when the Sun retu......Read the rest...

...I reposted this poem because I just ca't get those young boys out of my mind. What have we lost? What would the world have become had they lived? Why have we not learned anything? Please read wit......Read the rest...

...an’t find home trees trunked as pillars a cathedral gallery edges my road through french farmland waking in mists of spring brown arched buttresses push green into the face of god a somber ......Read the rest...

...Lingering gracefully though Heaven's gold She tosses white flakes of eve that grow cold; Twigs stretching their arms to the tinseled sky In a chill of breeze as she walks nearby. Sign......Read the rest...

...Follow a long path and it will get rougher as you go, don't let that stop you, Daffodils will be thick and yellow on both sides, let golden colours guide you, The daffodils will disappear at the wood......Read the rest...

...August is mature with shining brown hair the colour of a ripe cornfield Greying at the temples and his fringe he has clear eyes of deepest blue, Deep smiling lines of crow’s feet on the sides of his ......Read the rest...