Mulching Poems - Poems about Mulching

... a crisp chill fills the early morning air dew drops periodically appear on the yellowing blades of grass as a light frost coats sh......

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...The discarded dead find an unused beauty, an afterlife that curls, re births, tunnels and reshapes - a mulching of a former season's thin bones. Mortality buds from an emptiness long before the ......

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...Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside. Across the field where her ninety pounds thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound! Nineteen times before......

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...THE PLUCKED AND WATERED FLOWER Wondering lonely as a floating firmament, Seeing a petal held up by the branch Like a host of golden daffodils, In the green pastures of nature whistling sounds ......

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...We took a tour of the farm this morning, Thinking it would be a bore in early fall. Watched them mulching strawberry beds, And collecting the last of summer’s haul. The greenhouse was full of e......

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...Leaves, green with sap of lush Spring trees Flutter as branch bound butterflies, Whistling tunes in Summer breeze Backing cicada mating songs. Well-seasoned leaves blistered with rust Fly as p......

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...Fungi, fungus, funguses thousand fold, eukaryotic life kingdom of yeast and mold. Ancient legends and myths from many times, beginnings and ends through mulching slimes. Egyptians sensed the ......

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...By Izunna Okafor Oh ye the sun Why have you been stubborn like son Consistent in gazing at ground Endlessly waxing around the town The ground is as though as husk But you never consider t......

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...it has been a bit of a bad Summer in some respects but as Autumn is about to fall our black walnut tree has already lost it's leaves and dropped what few nuts it had the squirrels d......

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...Into the woods she walks wearing a red hooded plain woolen cape; moving cautiously as she talks to herself to ease the dreaded fear she wants to escape. She hears the crunching of dry leaves mu......

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...This is my garden. I recently discovered the quiet allure of the forgotten art of gardening. More than shoving seeds into soil, More than impatiently waiting for seedlings and then greedily......

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...SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213) After the winter season But before the rains begin Catalogues of heirloom seeds Delivered just in time Earmarked and prioritized Farmer’s Almanac consulte......

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...Seemingly, sudden, Restful sleep all but over. Wild tricolored Irises, vivid white, sun centered, Shasta Daisies, And Cosmos of azures, fuchsias and buttery cups; Babies breathing, eager to begin on......

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...pastoral meadow newly shorn sheep grass mulching woolly mammoth bones......

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...The shade of a swizzle stick Clank to a glass Stirring of wet stuff Cooling of gas Pleasure from drinking Washing it 'round Gushing then gobbling Drooling it down Clunk; there's an ice cu......

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