Short Ermine Poems

crystal, clear, blue skies
grace ermine laden birch trees…
silent, bowed sentries...

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looking,Leonardo shows us how,
Cecilia's 'then' becomes our 'now'

Lady with an ermine...

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The sneaky, slinky weasel
Is weaselly recognised … 

But stoats are stoatily different … 
They’re ermine in disguise!...

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HAIKU

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moorland... wilderness...
attired in artic whiteness...
stoats in ermine coats...

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2/28/18

Haiku poetry contest sponsored by Deborah Beachboard...

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frail shadows tremble on winter’s garden wall where limbs of bare trees sway

after winds surcease - heavy with tranquility. . . trees with ermine coats


Dec 31, 2019 For the Ku Duet Contest of Silent One...

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white ermine boas

embrace naked, outstretched arms-
 
fluffy snow settling


June 9, 2017

~2nd Place~
Contest: Nature Haiku
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 09/02/2021


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Winter Snow

Sleek ermine boas draping
the naked arms of nature
bare of their green velvet capes...
snow falling, settling.

Sandra M. Haight

~NA~
Contest: Winter Dodoitsu
Sponsor: Heather Ober
Judged: 11/13/2015
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I will doff my ermine gown
and take off my kingly crown.
The day declines, the course is run,
on  fleece of gold reclines the sun.

I'll not  retouche the Mona Lisa
or straighten up the Tower of Pisa.
Further work in that connection
I leave to those who seek perfection....

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Old Elms in the Snow

It snows this day
upon Your work.
The elms seem sad,
their bark wrinkled fingers
aimlessly appoint. 

Piped in ermine, winter
ballerina limbs
take permanent position,
frozen supplicant or
petrified pirouette.

Winter grows still
my God.

Kathryn M. Collins...

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soundless in soft snow

    stoat displays black tip of tail...

          all else- white on white








Contest: Animal Haiku
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Written: November 2011.  Margaret Foster


The stoat is a type of weasel. In winter his coat turns white ( ermine) except for the black tip of his tail....

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What joy to see the end of winter days
as snowdrops rise with bells of ermine white,
the signal that winter has reached its end.
More hours of precious daylight now appear
and no longer the shroud of gloomy grey.
At last we wake up from that long cold night
and look forward to seeing saffron show
when from the black loam purple petals rise.  
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WINTER SERIES

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winter beauty
belies danger... all take heed
snow can kill

moonlit snow... behold
mountain hare's... shadows feeding
ermine coated stoats

winter ptarmigan...
shadows that move up hills
white fauna hiding

snow buntings... confounders
white through spring and summer times
there is always one...

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My long neck and blacked-tip tail fascinating
Wowing with agility not imitating
Squirrel, mouse and rats
All of you I track and bats

Funny rabbits  or sad hare
Larger than me I snare
Up and down the tree I chase
Slower than me I praise

I am the smaller predator so brave
Even birds and insects I crave
My lunch, dinner and dessert
You and all I can eat and assert...

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A rare snowfall has left 
forgiving blanket over all.
It’s covering the litter 
of the late untidy fall.
The morning sun is sending rays
to sparkle up the scene
of a winter white as beautiful 
as springtime’s luscious green.
The nearby hills are shining
With an opalescent glow,
so self conscious of their splendor
in their brand new coats of snow.


One of the no. one wins...

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A Cinderella chariot,
Eight horses in the lead;
Two heavy looking crowns that seemed
Uncomfortable, indeed.

A scepter and an ermine robe,
An orchestra and choir,
With all that pomp and heraldry
Intended to inspire.

The royal family on board, 
Except the ones estranged;
The military marchers 
And the guests, just-so arranged.

Amazing to bear witness to 
The history, the bling.
I joined the world to watch
The coronation of a king....

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Too Much Fuss Over a Baby

By Elton Camp

The royal cervix will open wide
Out a prince or princess will slide

Red, wrinkled, ugly as hell
Nobody dares the truth tell

The royal vernix on royal skin
A messy way for life to begin

Gender may be hard to determine
If it’s born wearing royal ermine

With a royal frown on its face
To minister, servants will race

With its royal fate decreed,
It’s what the British need

Another economic parasite
To add to the royal blight...

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Snowflakes falling,
 
	gently landing- draping

		bare, outstretched
 
tree branches awaiting

	scintillating, flocculent,
 
		white ermine boas.

Exquisite silhouettes

	against winter's sky-

		glistening beneath 

full moon resplendence.


Sandra M. Haight

~7th Place~
Contest: A Succinct Treat
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Judged: 12/20/2018

~3rd Place~
Contest: Minimalist - White Night
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Judged: 10/21/2017

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