Scudding Poems - Poems about Scudding

...I search for your face in the scudding cloud. The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair, The timber of your voice, in tearful shroud. I search for your face in the scudding cloud, too painfu......

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...pale scudding clouds turn sun less bright, bikinis, no more, greet my eye, and ice-cream shops stand shuttered tight, fall's shorter days the reason why bikinis, no more, greet my eye where ba......

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...Fair winds and following seas. May full sails surge with scudding breeze. May peaceful moorings host your craft wherever indulgent winds waft. A toast now to your safe return. May chop......

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...High on a blustery jut he flouts his fear upon a buoyant swell. Breathes in the tang of crowberries and storm clouds aroma’s sieved through wind and limestone, sheep piss and heather. Way down ......

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...This week we had a warning, news, images, speculation A storm will come to us from the west, strong, hard, angry And so we waited, breath held, how strong, damaging? Fearful maybe The sky fo......

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...Light and shade are vital to life's beauty, charm, and richness. By Poet. sun sunshine dawn to dusk nature supplies vivacious hues clash cu......

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...UFOs have been sighted in Yorkshire, a global hotspot it appears, witnesses, mostly sober to the moors and up over have regularly seen them for years. They all give them various descriptions, s......

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...Though dancing daily unswerving type the sea is treats rich and poor same Though scudding across the sky, clouds are in no rush to pour rain fairly Moon waxes and wanes every m......

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...Re-Inventing An easy concept once—now turned difficult, made that way by inexorable time. Rolled the dice before with nothing to lose and 7’s, now bets come due. Gathering threads of what ha......

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...Juvenilia: Early Poems by Michael R. Burch In the Whispering Night by Michael R. Burch In the whispering night, when the stars bend low till the hills ignite to a shining flame, when a showe......

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...The Cornish shore … Where golden sand lies next To dappled grey granite rock, Where the sea breeze sweeps And the mussels flock, Where the rock pools gather And the small crabs patrol, Where ......

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...The Cornish shore … Where golden sand lies next To dappled grey granite rock, Where the sea breeze sweeps And the mussels flock, Where the rock pools gather And the small crabs patrol, Where ......

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...Eleven horses traipsed single file toward home The scudding clouds threw a snowflake now and then A Brown bear sniffed the air and looked toward his den the mountain emptied The......

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...Fullness… The end of one journey The beginning of the next. The fullness has been replete With the things that we have carried with us. Parcels of joy and laughter, tears and sorrow, Brilli......

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...Today December 27 two thousand nineteen Start time: at sixteen minutes after seven o'clock post meridian End time: nine minutes after nine o'clock post meridian. Where the outer limits as Gu......

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