Leafage Poems - Poems about Leafage

... KOMOREBI Pushing dense bush walking in pathless forest under tree canopy, continuous. At dawn sun rays penetrating at best, torching dark tunnel , maki......Read the rest...

...The flower was almost perfect. The bloom only ever so slightly flawed. Fewer or lesser leafage would have been nice, in spite of this she married this idiot anyway.......Read the rest...

...I have loved these evening walks through smoldering reeks, ankle deep in haunted litter. Loved the flicker of mottled hawks, flaming across a waterborne sky, the soft mats of moss upon ......Read the rest...

...This Fall the woods in West Virginia will blast out loud with a blazing plethora of audible colors that will begin gently with a rustle then build upon that painted whispering into a vocalizatio......Read the rest...

...From beneath a long frozen earth ancient human bones surface, they rise far enough for an eye-socket to be seeded. A sapling grew from out of that skull. In time the skull became a tree. Li......Read the rest...

.......is both dried berries and nut tree, by the leafage, the sunlit the phizog, oaks skirted the edifice's entree. he never mentions his mother as unreal. as I involve my mother, did......Read the rest...

...When the world was youthful spiderwebs sang as they were spun. Language was woven in the air as accents of winds and trees Untrammeled meadows annunciated upon the lips of dens and burrows. Fre......Read the rest...

...Last night the Alder so deeply rooted in the hedgerow was shot through by a bolt of climatic vulnerability. I heard the smoking gun, heard the clangorous salvo, the snap and break, heard the unfl......Read the rest...

...Damp campfires burn mouse bones, their sooty ghosts flavor the tattered. The trees that don't turn, stay hung on a scaffold drab and dreaming. Grey ribbons hang from pall-bearing branches. ......Read the rest...

...cannot sleep have to walk through the dark to find myself Sunup arrives trundled out by painted clouds for a melting instant flamingos dance across a shivering horizon the day will warm......Read the rest...

...When the world was youthful spiderwebs sang as they were spun. Language was woven in the air as accents of winds and trees conveyed by an eloquent sky. Untrammeled meadows annunciated upon the ......Read the rest...

...When the orchard grows deeply lush filling all rows with grapes etched by dusk like a bold paintbrush, I trace its outline’s silhouette and rove along this patch Where quarter moon draws a v......Read the rest...

...In the fog, odyssey A cheerful adventurer Free to be In dampish autumn weather Hikes into the hills Awesome and deep Watching the leafage sweep Whilst song birds spill Into the alone to pee......Read the rest...

...Ode to the Flowers- -A Sonnet So fine flowers, your colors so bright. the way in the wind you flap, wallow and soar, Invades my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the ple......Read the rest...

...in an unseen giant's hands: the deft squirrels probing, penetrating lush leafage, spanning tangled trees' branches.......Read the rest...