Long Catkins Poems

Walking along a maze of muddy walls stepping over rotting young men their boots gone,
Taking the scenes for granted as this is all I know and cannot even remember my home,
The trenched walkways are like...

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There are no months as beautiful as early summer months wild flowers make the headlines,
Leaning heavy on my old worn hazel wood stick walking to a wooded meadow out of breath,
Clusters of Primrose and large...

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Walking along a maze of muddy walls stepping over rotting young men their boots gone,
Taking the scenes for granted as this is all I know and cannot even remember my home,
The trenched walkways are like...

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Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head,
It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street lights have gone out too,
The odd car passes by maybe...

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Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head,
It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street lights have gone out too,
The odd car passes by maybe...

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On a cold and frosty morning I gazed across fair fields, woods and copses,
I heard a wood-lark sing a sweet song, so sweet, hairs on my neck raised,
Did I hear it earlier in the month,...

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Walk along a steep cliff top over glades over Yew trees and brambles to Butter-Worth Head,
Walk through a wood and stand by a warm bank of the clearest spring a mezereon will blossom,
The old tacamahac...

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Walk along a steep cliff top over glades over Yew trees and brambles to Butter-Worth Head,
Walk through a wood and stand by a warm bank of the clearest spring a mezereon will blossom,
The old tacamahac...

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"I feel inspired", the poet said,
"to lay down words to earn some bread".
But words would not come to the starving bard
and, although he tried really hard,
the words he sought just would not come,
'though he tapped...

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If only I could shake off long rigorous winter;
and embrace secret hidden in the cool of spring.

Enlivened by nature; the twitter sound of the Scarlet Tanager,
its red-orange and black feathers, the flame of spring.

As the...

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A noble Black Oak tree stands tall and tranquil 
Wearing brown, old and dried crumpled leaves
Withstanding all autumn and winter storms
Without any distress or any grief
Golden fall is long gone, cold, wet season is also...

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As March sets in people are eager to work in their rural gardens and fields,
The earth turns up fresh and mellow and there is beauty in its very blackness,
Flowers are fast springing in the boarders,...

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As March sets in people are eager to work in their rural gardens and fields,
The earth turns up fresh and mellow and there is beauty in its very blackness,
Flowers are fast springing in the boarders,...

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                Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
            ...

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Towards the middle of the April the wind changes and the showers fall,
We hide under the branches of an old fir tree sheltering from the rain,
All is well as the rain sweeps across the shallow...

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Spring appears on slopes and catkins are in full bloom
The spring is born from depths of winter like child from a womb 
Like soul lifting the essence from winter’s icy tomb 
Like wind whispering the...

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Am I god's breath

Dawn's first breath caresses dew-wet glade,
yellow catkins quiver in spring's tender breeze,
eastern sunrise fuels passerine serenade.
Sulphur-yellow butterflies, black and golden bees
time for birth, new life, our earthly sphere decrees

of Erebus and Nyx

Impish...

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"the willows dip
Their pendent boughs, stooping as if to drink." William Cowper

To a Weeping Willow

The graceful, sweeping green
I remember seeing it,
my first weeping willow
 graceful trails of leaves
bending to touch its own reflection
Growing on a...

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our words are born, not spoken.
Dimensional, soft voweled words, 
palpable to the eye or to the fingertip ... 
exquisitely curved, as the young that wildflowers conceive.

Often I have watched your lips shape words
and your tongue...

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Spring Flower Song


Oh lovely Spring, at Winter’s end, you sing and dance
Within our waiting hearts as we look forward to
How nature’s Springtime’s palette will create romance
With beauty of your sprouting flowers born anew.

Sweet yellow Daffodil...

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Night brings a wondrous display
 a mix and blended menagerie arrayed
with colors, melodies and creatures unmatched
 by any hunter's imaginary superiority scratched.

In my wildest dreams at the midnight hour
 comes the magical images of children's...

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Snowfall so heavy in 'eighty-two
 reproduced a Christmas card view.
A biting wind swirled in one foot drifts
 over hanging in bridges..makeshift.

The fields flooded into skating rinks
 into which each footstep sinks,
cracking under body weight so...

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W  I  N  T  E  R
B  R  E  A  K  S
N  A  T  U  R  E
A  W A ...

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There was a distant mournful pitch
 a tease that played push and pull with the clouds 
 fierce, frightful, frenzied perpetual motion,
cirrus, cumulus, altostratus mix at play;
first, 
 grays, darkened purples, subtle blue patches of...

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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 unflexed crook of it pivot...

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