Long Dogwoods Poems

"What a fine day for a picnic," my friends all said,
In the dog days of summer, with the hot sun overhead.

We would all go for a swim, and then have a fine lunch,
And would return...

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My given name is Hortense, and I am an English Professor,
I love my job and my life, and to do my best I endeavor.

I am popular with my students, as I also am with friends;
And...

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I believed in fitness and healthy living, including obtaining sufficient sleep,
To revel for years in buttery sunshine, which makes emerald willows weep.

I consumed only healthier foods, including plenty of fruits and vegetables,
As the glassy, black...

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I was a professional, melodic dance instructor, at the flowery prime of the art,
And I taught its various, elegant styles, sweet joy of valuable living to impart.

The noble old classic styles will never die, like...

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Growing Young in Ziontown

Admiring the dogwoods as I walked that path with dad after the work day was through. He walked and talked of life, nature and wisdom showed from him to the light shades...

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Across the cracked concrete slabs,
past a fallen dogwoods left lying like so much litter;
at the red brick base of the courthouse, the jurors strode.

Through the doors too heavy for a mere woman to open unassisted;
and...

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I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change,
Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged.

Studying the said effects on the biosphere, absorbed so many daily hours,
Like industrious days of...

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A winding road, up through the trees, finds California gold
The heart will race, and breath escapes, to see this land unfold!

Dad cherished, this, his boyhood home, a wonderland to view
and shared with us the years...

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Angular sunlight danced on the placid waters of the steel-gray  lake. Those waters damned up upon picturesque farm are for cattle and their plentiful young calves to drink. Not only one such farm along...

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We loaded up for a Sunday drive
The Ozark Mountains were alive
Wild dogwoods of pink and white
Every shade of green in sight
Blooming jonquils and daffodils
Woodpeckers, blue jays, and whippoorwills
Even though the painting was unfinished
Nature's bounty was...

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Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? By Kenny Davis

Oh Brother, my dear brother
For where art thou?
Never thought it was you in my life
That I would have to go on living without

In the news of your passing
My...

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Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip.

Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon?
Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias,
they blush in near neon reflection, with a...

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This time of year is most dear to me
Nature puts on a show for all to see
Sring rids the grey skies and sad looking browns
Blooming buttercup trumpets blaring beautiful sounds
Chilly mornings and warm afternoons
The lovely...

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The mist in Regent Gardens air
awakes a single rosebud there.
Her scent drifts past Trafalgar Square -
England’s summer has begun.

The rising sun above the Thames
shines brighter than a crown of gems;
peeks through the panes of Buckingham
until...

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After winter’s cold, Apple Blossoms unfold.
Bright, fresh spring brings Bluebells to behold.
Cheery Cherry Blossoms burst then dance to ground.
Delightful Dahlias bloom spring all around.
Eastern Redbuds warm cold winter emotion and
Fresh Freesia compliments each spring notion.
Gardenias...

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One of the great joys of Spring
Is to peruse around the yard
And see what nature has unfolded
The colors that have magically returned
For example, in a Japanese maple tree
With maroon leaves just bursting out
A lovely female...

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Traveling along country roads for many miles. Early morn's sun blinding my eyes. Outside chill blocked by the internal warmth of the truck and swiftly the miles fly by my eyes.

azaleas in blossom
spring green leaves...

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The lovely smell of roses,
upon a Summer breeze!
Robins in the treetops,
singing happy melodies!

Precious purple, violets,
dandelions, in gold!
Queen Annes Lace on hilltops,
are treasures, to behold!

Spice Bush with its fragrance,
dogwoods bloom in white!
Bluebells in their sunny glow,
it's...

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`Twas night I walked this beaten path
Were trees flooding either side
Sycamores, dogwoods, oaks and bushy ferns
All radiant in their springtime flare
She caught my eye with her saddened cry
The willow over there.
   Stepping off...

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I awake, dull crusted in shadows,

to the swelling roar of hard rain on shingles
wetly dripp'd down rusted gutters,

air thick with cool moisture,
ozone sharp razor clean,

somehow, the sod grew a deep green coat in one night
as...

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on tree limbs jutting out over rivers
sleepy gators bask, absorbing summer’s heat
in fall, the sluggish reptiles do the same
temperatures exceed 100 in the Sunshine State
till November brings a brief reprieve

water lilies, oleanders, daisies
boast vibrant blooms...

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Aspen leaves flutter like birds
as a breeze ponders the lake's surface
and I brush away a willow leaf of cold jade.
Soon there will be a face in the moon
with its familiar brow arched
over what should be...

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Springs blossoms are                  
Riding in on the chariot of achromatic clouds
Sweeping across the vast skies
Covered in shrouds Of...

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Autumn’s  story is full of rustic shades 
that echo  deep from  every vale and hill
of splendor and of  forest colonnades,
as one by one leaves float and spin and spill
in frosted shadows...

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In the early spring, the red sun rises 
A warning to sailors of storms on the horizon 
Cold mornings greet us with a shiver 
But warm afternoons embrace us with a kiss 
 
Different hues...

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