Maidenhair Poems - Poems about Maidenhair

...Sunday February 2nd, 2025 Groundhog Day Location: Gobbler's Knob in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. First held on February 2, 1887 prognosticating how many more weeks of winter weather without a shado......

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...Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice Rather than be a day late and dollar short, I opted to post poem acknowledging the second of February, where eponymous ground......

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... the word barren means rocky land a perfect name for a vast limestone area in the The Barrens of Ireland it is a desolate place with few trees except for the Ha......

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...February second - requires one with acute hearing to cock, and ear turnips tickling the nose nostrils delicate hairs (instagram ideal outlook) subtly, markedly, lively..., yet gently flair soon ......

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...Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me as I meander 'round the dell and glade. Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’ Reclamation offers ......

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...On moss covered log I sit to rest; a yellow robin shows no fear, there's continual rippling water, a ground thrush feeding near. Maidenhair droops down the weathered bank; a currawong mournfully cr......

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...A walking track through the forest, shrouded by giants, providing shade, with broken boughs, leaf litter and life, and a cool mountain stream in a glade. This stranger can only see beauty, whe......

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...Trusted (non Trumpeting) Flora And Fauna Emerge Out... Of Hibernation To Rejoice Arrival Of Spring 2019 Accordingly, other than meteorologists plenti schooled ascertaining onset of temperate ai......

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...Far Away, Far Away Children when you dream at night you may see an awesome sight! Magic fairies in the dew near trilliums of snow white hue. You must search within your dreams by the light of mi......

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...So azure the early September's sky, mirrors outshined, away sapphires shy. Up to thin air melts dog days' trace, down to soil sinks continual cicadas' squeal. randomly dozens of dragonflies dar......

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...When I would no longer fathom the fall Nor listen to the veery's soulful call, When I would not see blossoms spread their fare Alongside grass lichens and maidenhair; When in lasting peace an......

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...Like a drug of dependence, this will keep me coming back out along the Sardine Creek, walking on a wombat track. I should know every cranny and hurdle in the way, But secrets of the bush keep aris......

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...Enter beside the hollow log mailbox. Here the road leads through a profusion of leafy damp shadows. Wild ferns are the underbrush where Fairy Wrens flit from the slightest presence. This driveway......

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...Grandma was German raised to value beauty, her art found in nature the flowers and the trees. Grandpa, a Wentworth, from an English family whose Great Grand sailed the Mayflower, across the sea. In......

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..."To hold as 'twere, the mirror up to nature. " William Shakespeare," Hamlet 1601." Long ago another planted you, My cherished Ginkgo tree. She tamped you in so carefully And bequeathed you ......

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