Midafternoon Poems - Poems about Midafternoon

...I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors, An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers. I worked daily at this irresistible p......Read the rest...

...fresh flowers greeted me when I visited Positano also the smells of expresso brewing, it was morning By midafternoon I smelled garlic and onions I sat at a café where the chef’s assistant greeted ......Read the rest...

...A beauty, she, and, he a dandy, strutted though the park that sunny midafternoon. Arm-in-arm the two strolled, lost in dialogue about their wedding plans. NB<......Read the rest...

...Judy Leigh was addicted with a food fixation. Gorging on fruit, veggies, and any crustacean. She wanted to stop and yelled, "Damnation! My overeating is causing me such frustration!" While grud......Read the rest...

...Afternoon Hiatus Counting footsteps at dapper dawn’s increased insistence As flurries of minutes in perpetual movement binds hands To a spinning roulette of prioritized importance Motivating m......Read the rest...

...Schiff picked up the phone receiver again:Pelosi, your idea's great! The pizzas paid off! The gofers all rolled back! And their hauptman Mutt Gaets vanished, purportedly calling for a press conferenc......Read the rest...

...It's late March and the weather here in Penryn California is warming At Midafternoon on a Monday, there is a light breeze blowing under a bright sun I stare out the kitchen window and a feeling of ......Read the rest...

...He is now a band of sky, a bird, a cloud, a stream of blue drifting by in midafternoon, a dragonfly, a butterfly, a ray of light dancing by, a sheet of loose paper floating in the ......Read the rest...

...Out on the cold frozen porch in midafternoon..Ice is dripping pitter pat from the trees and off the roof..That north easterly wind roughly crackles the few leaves left hanging on the oak..Ice sic......Read the rest...

...Tiny snowflakes Spiral from The grey sky That is the same color of Dirty paintbrushes In a pallet of the residual water the snow falls and sweeps over the trees who no longer wear c......Read the rest...