Long Redbuds Poems

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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After winter’s cold, Apple Blossoms unfold.
Bright, fresh spring brings Bluebells to behold.
Cheery 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 touch...

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Time and essence shouldn't make anyone
forget the memory of a dear one,
would love be unforgettable
and profoundly thoughtful
to each mourning soul:
if it only gave its joy while living? 
Do ineradicable memories fade
when the one we cherish...

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As the Robins dart across the grass
Ignoring the clouds of gray
Cold breeze and cold dry air
Every so often they bob their heads
Eating a bug or seed something to me unseen

The Redbuds that in the wild...

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The beautiful, refreshing storm's just now ended,
And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
Redbuds dance for joy, for the rain is suspended,
And exquisite birdsong follows the watery ordeal.

And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
The...

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Tucked high into a saddle in the hills,
Set far above a river vale below,
With wooded glades and waters calm and still,
I cannot think a finer place to go.

A daybreak in the east will steal your...

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Bouncy Brock blew bigger bubbles than his friends,
Friends whose bubbles were small, soapy bursts of suds
Brock’s bubbles were so huge they’d certainly cleanse

While his friends looked on, Brock trailed through the redbuds,
Blowing such froth, sharing...

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As the Robins dart across
Ignoring the clouds of gray
And cold breeze with the dry air
Bob their heads eating a bug

Something to me not there
The Redbuds that in the wild
Do grow begin to show their
True colors...

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You never did see spring down here
With Bradford pear in full bridal wear.
Redbuds in attractive bridesmaid attire
Painting the scene with glorious fire.

You never saw the daffodils make merry
Laughing at the exuberant pink cherry.
Light hearted pansies...

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Oh, the springs run to the rivers
And the redbuds paint the banks,
As the dogwoods burst to bloomin’
And the cowboys all give thanks.

They’ll be dustin’ off their saddles,
Checkin’ cinches and their string,
When that range all starts...

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Saw a great movie
Palled around with friends
Everyone keeps asking
How have you been

Redbuds in the park
Glory in their purple majesty
And I can't help but remember
When you shared it with me

Wish you were here dear
Wish you were...

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Cool comforts from the moon shining in Spring
diverge from coming Summer's scorching sun.
Sweet honeysuckle lifts its trumpet string
to set swift tempo for the Springtime fun.

The peonies follow in their due time,
shout scented secrets to boisterous...

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Oklahoma way

On the banks of the cottonwood 
My father saw the bluejay fly
He chirped as if to say goodbye
And waved the best he could.

Near the Cimmaron river bed 
Horse thief canyon we rode
Astride our mounts...

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Sonnet to Hope

Ice crackles audibly on car and face,
Windy blasts slap frigidly at the back door,
How to escape this cold day’s confinement,
Surprise! Outside, Lantanas in full bloom.

Baby yuccas illumine a fence corner,
Their mamas and papas...

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The birds are singing merrily.
The sun is burning off the fog.
Somewhere nearby, I hear a frog, 
Oh wait, I think that might be me.

Sometimes it’s pretty hard to tell;
I’m guessing spring has now arrived.
The senses...

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pleading petals play gently in the sun
whispering joy across the sticky skin
summertime blessings cannot be outdone
however, autumn is her next of kin

praying roses and melancholic buds
remembering our heart’s tender healing
hanging in timeless ache of fair...

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One Proud Yellow Dandelion

Lantanas and pears are lushly in bloom,
Baby chartreuse leaves brighten winter’s late gloom
And one proud yellow dandelion.

We wait for the redbuds – where are you?
There are dark spring clouds under the blue,
And...

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Winter’s Rolling Hours

The gaiety has cooled to a simmering halt,
Joy punctuated by death and loss,
The nerves vibrating like a trembling violin,
The books on the desk reflecting cost.

So silent is the now of a sunshine day,
A...

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